Post by Lunar Knite on Oct 20, 2006 20:21:08 GMT -5
The fallen snow, so white and pure;
Small gems of water and ice;
Seeing this sight is the cure
To make everything cheerful and nice.
But as the days pass
And the snow is tainted crimson and black,
Never can you see it through the crystal glass,
As they stab you in the back.
The sight, so peaceful and serene,
One that changes at a moment’s glance.
With a blade at your throat, ever so keen,
You’ll never know, in that trance.
A running trail of deathly red,
Desecrating the innocent sight.
A quick blink and now you are dead,
Mercy saving you from this awful blight.
The snow flakes falling through the sky,
A sight beautiful enough to make you cry.
And as this cycle goes round a-gain,
Never again shall you feel this pain.
Small gems of water and ice;
Seeing this sight is the cure
To make everything cheerful and nice.
But as the days pass
And the snow is tainted crimson and black,
Never can you see it through the crystal glass,
As they stab you in the back.
The sight, so peaceful and serene,
One that changes at a moment’s glance.
With a blade at your throat, ever so keen,
You’ll never know, in that trance.
A running trail of deathly red,
Desecrating the innocent sight.
A quick blink and now you are dead,
Mercy saving you from this awful blight.
The snow flakes falling through the sky,
A sight beautiful enough to make you cry.
And as this cycle goes round a-gain,
Never again shall you feel this pain.
