Dark Snow

Dark thoughts lead to Dark tides Dark tides through to Dark acts Though the snow bites not at my face The soul drowning in the quagmire Stretches One last time to be free Else sink under Darkened and stained brown The clock ticks, grimly Tick Tick Ticking With each tick the fuse burns faster The bomb waits. Tick, Tick, Tick… Darkness in the snow. Blood on the ice, Honour shelved. The red dawn breaks. Reason descends Stretching to the stained soul Salvation for the dregs The soul stands, Spits at the dark, Moves wearily on, Unbroken