Roses are red.
Violets are red.
Everything is red.
We live in an apocalyptic universe where red team won and everything has become red.
Is it the heat-death of the universe? Are we really living if everything is red.
I spend my life wondering if it was worth fighting for the red team.
Of course it was, the other colors sucked anyways.
I can't even remember what they looked like. Or their names.
All I see is red.
Seeing red. A fitting expression.
The scarlet hues, rose, crimson. It paints a picture of a world that I used to be able to see.
Still worth it.
Go red team!
Edit for spacing: since this is technically a poem.
I would like to announce the beginning of my Bell Tree World Championship fanfic. There will be a new installment each day. It tells the story of a love-struck green team member and a pessimistic red team member. Red team member thought this was just some ordinary obsessive crush, but little do they know, it turns out to be so much more. Everyone please enjoy…
15 Things I Hate About You (Chapter One)
"Foe-meo oh Foe-meo, where art thou Foe-meo?"
Her Annoying voice is heard in the distance. This lady on the green team has been attempting to court me for a long time now. It all started on a warm summer's day, approximately 24 hours ago. The Bell Tree World Championship had just started, and everyone began speaking to their respective teams. Excitement buzzed through the air as events came and went.
I'm not sure what caught her attention in the first place. Could it have been my artistic talent? Gorgeous looks? Impressive ink blasting skills? One of my many other positive qualities? Well, the fact remains that the green team lady has been keeping her eye on me for a while.
It all started in the cheer creations thread. I enjoy scrolling through both my team and other team’s creations, seeing everyone come together to make art is a special feeling. I was chilling until I saw her art. A card that read “I might be on team green, but I’m RED-y to have you in my life.” She even tagged me in the post! I was flabbergasted. Who was this person? And why was she showing her love for some rando on the red team?
I tried to ignore it, but she wouldn’t leave me alone. She joined every single game I joined and made sure to talk to me in each one. She wrote a poem for me on day 2. She began calling me “Foe-meo” to represent her forbidden love for me. I had to get to the bottom of this.