YOU ARE READING poems of death and sadness Poetry Red snow 37 6 1 by Spirit-Reaper by Spirit-Reaper Follow Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story Send Send to Friend Share Post to Your Profile Share via Email Report Story As trees grow, As the wind blows, And everything goes, Blood drips into the snow, Oh how the blade glows. How hard is it to let go, Who knows, Let your true feelings show, Let your tears flow, And don't let go.