Crymson RedCreative color, used for blood and fireRight I am and it is used for beautiful drawings of hearts for the one you desireImagine a Rose that looked finer than a red oneMore likely it would be easier to get a burn from the sunScary photos are made when the flash makes your eyes redOnly color I picked when I got my braces in my headNo color can be better than my favorite crimson redRight now I sound bias, there is no better color than my favorite one I saidExcept this color show emotions like hate and love you feel inside your chestDon’t doubt me when I tell you that this color is the best!
The ArcherSitting on the tree carrying his bowLooking at his target and scanning from head to toe.The man doesn't see him, he's just riding his horse.Didn't expect an ambush coming from an Archer of course.The Archer is dressed in all green to hide.To blend in the forest that is so vast and wide.preparing for his shot, knowing not to miss.Keeps his eyes on his target even in the thick mist.He has a field advantage, he has the high ground.The man can't reach him even on his large mound.The Archer releases his Arrow striking the man down.He ran to collect his earnings, a few gems and a crown.The man is still breathing, the Archer got what he wants.The Archer never misses his target and he sure loves to hunt.
The PyroWow how pretty it is the way it movesColors of golds, red, oranges, and in the center blues.It ignites as he strikes it and a grin appears on his face.Watching the thing he loves makes his heart race.When it is dark in the house he still has his friendbecause he loves how it moves and how it bendsHe should be more careful with it when sitting on his couchSadly he wasn't, all he could say was ouchthe thing he loved had bit him and was hot.Playing with fire he should have done not.Sadly this man did not stand a chancefor he was entranced with it's beautiful eye stealing dance."Why fire...why..."
The SentryDon't let them get by.The post shall be guarded and you know why?Because someone is watching it as you can see.No bandit or Pirate shall get by the Sentry.They guard their post with extra care.Their surroundings are defended, they are always awareOf people who trespass that come in viewThe Sentry is guarding and keeping an eye on you.
The GladiatorStuck in a battle every damn dayForced to fight while they sit and layHis fighting brings on laughs and cheersWhile they smile brightly on him there are tearsWhy does the sun beat down on his head so hotWhy must he fight on or be forced to rotHe prepares his weapons for the next fightand one day they will see the gladiator's hate and might