https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87FgBPHWtbc
I saw a women standing alone in a dimly lit dance hall. She was beautiful, she had red wavy hair falling down to her breast. All around her was only darkness and shadows and she took the center spot as she danced to the song Lady in Red. As I paid close attention to the sounds I could barely hear faint voices of a multitude of peoples, some voices sounded as if they were in pain, others as if they were gasping for air or panting, and yet others crying in horror. I was to mesmerized by the woman dancing in the middle, she was very attractive and dancing alone to Lady in Red. She wore a skin tight dress that hugged her body very well, her natural curves on her hips and breast accentuated well. As I look closer at her dress I realized that it was not a red dress she was wearing it was a flag drenched in blood, she was dripping in warm fresh blood but she needed more. Then I realized the voices I heard belonged to the people whose blood drenched that flag, from heroes to villains, there was no discrimination as to what type of person they were, she did not care, it needed more.
