Forever Red

A short, dark poem. (It's my first work, please don't be harsh)

Forever Red

The cold wind rolls
Dragging clouds to cover the moon
A girl stands
All alone
She stands silent
As the wind whips her hair
She raises her arm
And the blade gleams silver in a sudden burst of moonlight.
She looks at it, smiles weakly, and ends everything.
She gives up with a wordless cry of pain
And the ground where she lay dying
Remains forever red.