Stars twinkle, as dark clouds dance across the moon.
Ice begins to embrace the atmosphere, and caress every inch of skin.
Warmth is scarce, but not forgotten.
We unknowingly walk into a vast, blank and endless world.
Our steps are frozen into time.
Dreams evade the light of day,
yet we reach them within the mind at night.
The answers that we seek, are transparent in the sky.
And We are taunted by the shadows, that dance across the grave.
Music is the wind beneathe lifeless branches,
and it becomes an orchestra- Filling the air with sounds of rustling uncertainty.
We are caught awake, and lost once more within the depths of sleep,
Lost within the solitude of another nightmare,
until dawn breaks.
When we awaken to the singing of a gentle breeze that carries laughter at the expense of the fallen.
The air is stained by the subtle scent of spilt blood,
Red snow blankets the earth that stands before the silence.
Death slips away un-noticed once again-
perched upon a pale steed; a mere whisper through the trees.
Our eyes grow cold, hope has flown from us with it's brilliant wings,
We are reminded of our own mortality.
The truth was a brutal lie, the battle must be won.
For peace has been destroyed by the hand of darkness which resides within the heart.