americanwerewolf

Blood in the snow

Blood in the snow
but, no one will know

He walks the snow covered path alone.
Deep into the forest,
so far from his home.
Yet, in the silence he could find no rest.

Searching for that one perfect ending place.
No one will know until too late,
frozen tears upon a sad face.
New blanket of snow will cover his fate.

Watching pure snowflakes fall through frozen trees,
Instrument of death held in hand,
closed eyes sobbing, fell to his knees.
In the other was a little gold band.

Then with one breath, an agonizing shout.
A torture mind so full of strife,
forest echoes, a shot rang out.
In this peaceful place he took his life.

Pure fallen snow will cover a lifes waste,
A young lover so full of grief.
a poor decision made in haste.
A blanket of snow, he lays underneath.

Blood in the snow
but, no one will know