A silver dagger glints, red with dripping blood
Warm crimson, plummeting onto frozen white snow
There is beauty in it
There is perfection in the way she drops
Silently, assertively
Making not a sound, leaving behind only a mark of her presence
One could not forget what happened there
Even if one tried
The snow sees it, a crisp smile, an icicled beckon
The snow welcomes the drop, an unexpected visitor
Holds her starlit, frostbitten hands open
Expectantly, intrigued
A scarlet smile accepts the gesture
Red-rimmed, reassuring
Just under its nose, at the snow's invitation
Unsuspecting, inconspicuous
Blood seeps and slithers her way into the sheet of frost and moonlight
Hiding behind fear, voice growing serpent-like smoothness
Cloak-and-dagger, false narratives, truthful pretenses
Creeping up on extinction, an endless expulsion
A perfect chance, an unmistakable opportunity
Shots fired, one sure swing
When two worlds collide, one will capitulate
One must succumb whilst the other prevails
One will shine, while the other bears its scars
All is true in war and peace
All is fair in a game of falsehood
Betrayal and friendship do not exist
Archives can be rewritten, history but an illusion
All is heroic, all is necessary
The drop ebbs and flows through layers of blanketed frost
No end to be seen, no hope is left
Eyes sunken, retreating so deep, wishing to never see the world again
Surrender is release, Death a sure welcome
Red as a herring, she pounds upon the chilled fortress
As a thing most despairing
Demanding entrance, commanding victory
Commandeering the world, forsaking grace
A road to ruin
She exhales, yielding to the pain
But all that can be seen
Is a crimson stain
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~ ♥️ 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓍 ♥️ ~ 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈
Poetry𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓮𝓷𝓲𝔁, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓮𝓷𝓭.. Hi loves! This is my first post, a short collection of some of my favorite poems and short stories written by me. I will be adding to it as I think of...
