In a dance of diamonds, colors intertwine, weaving a pattern both ancient and fine. Wrapped around feet, it whispers in style, a classic design that stretches a mile.

I am black when you buy me Red when you use me And white when you throw me away What am I?

Alone, I’m rather harmless, but remember faces well With two, we have attempted murder, though harm never befell

I am of life though some may say death. I am anger, I am passion, I hold depths. Some see me in anger others in tinted shades. I rim eyes, I tip blades

Born in warmth, I wake the light yet never chase the flame. My kin are gilded treasures, boxed and sold without a name. Cowards wear my ghost in jest when courage takes its flight, And pox-kissed youth once cursed my bite.