The Death Song

 

The scream of the curling blood

The gloomy march of monotony

The cries at the eve of the dusk

Calling upon the Grim Reaper

 

The pain inflicted by blunt knife

The tears of the unholy time

Scavengers waiting in the sky

Calling upon the Grim Reaper

 

The Reaper shall appear to surprise

However hard you do to survive

Thy Lord shall win and take your soul

Thy Lord the Lord of Death

 

The creature whose ally is the shadow

The bearer of thy lost souls

By  the rival of time

Is thy Lord of Death.

 

Thy Lord of Death, Thy Grim Reaper

Thy soul belongs to thy master

None can win the fight against

The song he plays:

The Melody of Thy Death.

 

K.J.

The Tale of The Snow Tree

My hands shook
 the knife in my hands
 dipped in the crimson
 of my lover

The crimson tainted
 the cream wall in
 the most beautiful way
 Masterpiece truly

I threw the knife away
 and put his head
 on my lap,wiped
 the crimson off his brows

I looked at his evil
 sapphire eyes for long
 waiting for him to
 hurt me

I dragged his body
 into the beautiful snow
 I took him to the tree
 The tree where hell started

The tree was bare
 even the stars could
 see it clearly
 and he laid there

It looked like he was
 merely enjoying the view
 and tainting the snow
 with his vile presence

I sat beside him
 looked at him for the last
 time and let my life
 slip from my fingers

Now I live here in this
 tree to tell the tale of
 my gone life
 The Tale of The Snow Tree.

-K.J.