Emeralds

Freezing. Cold. Numb. Murder. Hammer feels remarkably crimson Brown trees, clean, sway in the chilly breeze. Dark emeralds dance in the distance, Snow, white pure, gods above Resolve, shatters, fears seep in Twilight dominion. The fool slams the hammer and dares to ask why? Just an opinion... A crack of bone Something dies a little at a time. Crimson splashes on high. The tree was rotting at the core The wind dies as the ice creeps The hammer is down deep in the flesh Bright crimson, the blue sky shown Murdering