Deep in the heart of the Cardinal Wood

Scarlett wandered in her crimson hood

She stared in awe at the flowers in bloom

She had never seen such a striking shade of maroon

As she walked among fallen petals on the road

She could have sworn that the ruby red petals had glowed

But the question remained - where was Scarlett's destination

That brought her through this carmine sensation?

Well Scarlett, you see, doesn't quite recall

How could she when faced with the marvel of it all

She felt so at home in this land of brick red

That she didn't think twice about the blood on her head

Cranberry apple cherry wine

Scarlett has made it to the divine