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
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