The snow falls grey,
Ash angels leave their mark,
And I fear what tomorrow brings.
A promise of freedom,
but only a glimmering chance,
and broken with feuds of
hues of reds and golds.
Silence, shattered by a scream,
There is no sun here anymore,
Porceline Faces smeared with black.
A shot in the distance,
A child's closed eyes,
Terrified of faith.
Those gone,
covered with ashes of bodies,
lay here, souls without rest.
The glass is broken,
shinning like crystal,
like the night sky,
of a liberal time. |
Submission Name: Crystal Night 
