Das Blut rot Nacht (Poetry)The air is clear, but then is white.Das Blut rot Nacht (Poetry) by ~willplay1a
A beautiful whisp in a frozen sky.
As gone as quick as it was made be.
A wonderful thing it is to be free.
A sound, a noise, a glimpse of fate.
Aproacing at speed, with no love or hate.
A monster of steel, no emotion to show.
A streak of white light that leaves scars in the snow.
As the scars get deeper and the enemy aproaches.
My consious starts reeling with fear most abundant.
A impact, a pain, flying up through the air.
White, red, black, the order goes.
A mother, a daughter, left in tears.
A puddle, a resting place, no more fears.
Heartless, Souless, again and again.
The monsters keep