Written by Steven Clapp and Hastywords
He stood angry; freezing
Watching them leave
Hurried footprints marking
Their narrow escape
Leaving him to grieve
Their witnessing voices
And the dead silence he
Couldn’t bring.
♦
Over blood and ice;
His eyes follow into
Tomorrow’s endless night,
Where the wraith of regret
Would lie in wait taunting
Not for the lives he took
But singing of his failures
For those who had survived
♦
Howling shrieks of biting wind
Chills both his heart and mind
As he crumples defeated
Onto the crimson snow
Listening to the corpses
Put to rest at his feet
Bellowing and mocking him
From their dead blue lips

Well done.
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Awesomeness!
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