Paint it Red

She came out from the depths of hell, To a colorless world to cast on a spell. She was an angel inside, but misunderstood. People judged her, sure she was up to no good. She could paint the skies, She could paint the dead, She could paint her heart, She would paint it red. They hid from her as she delicately descended, But a girl stayed, as she knew what she intended. The angel looked at her with her big, red eyes, The girl was not scared, which was a surprise. She will paint the skies, She will paint the dead, She will paint her heart, She will paint it red. She approached her hand, gently touching her face, It quickly turned blue, getting rid of all gray. People looked in disbelief, and "witchery" screamed. They fastly ran to attack them, but her wings she spread, She grabbed her tightly, and flew above their heads. She's painting the skies, She's painting the dead, She's painting her heart, She's painting it red. They hid from the crowd, painting in a bright hue, They're lost in their eyes, red and blue, They steadily get closer, slowly mixing. She brought her color, by caring and loving. A rainbow explosion took away their misjudging, They both walked out proudly, with a fear of nothing.