My first attempt at poetry… at first I was afraid to try, but then I there caution to the wind and wrote something brewing in my mind for quite a while…
The downfall was slick,
pathetic and slow.
No glory to accompany the blood on the snow.
The tide rushed thick,
bathed in the glow,
of a moon that lit up the blood on the snow.
Redemption a trick,
Victory a joke.
A mere ploy to spill the blood on the snow.
Life is a bitch,
Death’s the real show.
For He is the reason for blood on the snow.