somber
Winter Blood
She stepped out into the night
From out of the Nightmare came a cry
The creature's somber humming ever so quiet
luring the unsuspecting into a frenzy
She is all that stands between
a world of ire and a world of light
The shadows writhe in horror;
their ghastly creation a pale abhorrence
She was to be their Chosen One
A warrior angled to live more
than just a hollow existence
The souls were as bright as the stars
But unearthly blood stained the
tips of her hair, her sword, and her solace
Drop by drop it tinged the ground
The beastly burden of loss
The last chance to take a final breath
And all of it- gone.
No second chance.
However, the silence hungers and from
the fires she wakes
She steps out onto the plains
A blizzard creeps down her spine
The Demon Ruins she must bide
One last stop to sharpen the blade
Fill up the flask and check her Faith
The fool she may be
But bathed in blood, a kingdom undone
She will walk the unknown, let her story unfold
To find the truth
To end the curse
...of Winter Blood
Unfortunately
Shattering into a million glimmering shards,
the vase seemingly imploded just left of her head.
Yet, preceding the vase, the front window
performed a remarkably similar routine.
And yet before both of these events,
a crisp crack’s echo bounced around the streets.
Of course, all the above described events
occurred in such a quick procession,
they appeared nearly to be simultaneous.
It was the combination of the three that
produced such a shocking scare in the heart
of an elderly lady, snoozing in the recliner.
Suddenly, overwhelmed with surging adrenaline,
her heart violently seized up and struggled
vehemently to maintain its well practiced music.
Out in the yard, jaw hanging askew, eyes wide,
a young boy drops his small aluminum bat.
Knowing he was in the near absolute deepest
trouble fathomable, his heart was also flooded.
It being young and strong, this heart handled
the onslaught of adrenaline quite well.
Then, the boy notices through the open door,
the absence of his grandmother’s favorite vase.
At the exact same moment both hearts stop.
Unfortunately, for everyone held dearly within it,
only the boy’s again begins to pound out its beat.