It was red as melted rubies,

and tasted like Christmas candy;

Charles remembered watching the sky.


When the sky was solid gray, there was likely to be snow.

Better safe than sorry, she would say.

Ounce of prevention, she would say, and measure out a spoonful.

Jagged little edges all made smooth.

The water and the flame

and a spoonful of sugar,

the blood, red as melted rubies.

Peace on earth and mercy mild,

how thankless is a child;

Charles untied and closed his eyes.