The blades of tears
Stream down my cheek
Cutting open
Every inch of me
Staining the white snow
Crimson red.
Only the wise forest owl knows
Who looks at me
Through crystal blue eyes
Who watches me
As I hide.
The pain given from you
To me.
But you cannot see
Yet you look through
Black eyes.
Given to you by none other
Than the wolf
Who follows me in the woods
Stepping on sticks
But trying not to be heard,
To be unseen
So I run.
The red snow rising
And the trees sinking
Deep into the ground.
But you cannot run,
For you cannot see
What lies ahead of me
Your eyes have been burnt
Blackened.
And I am left alone,
On the wings of the owl
Looking through his eyes
Unraveling the lies
Of the tears I have she'd
And the crimson red snow.
