His hardened skin, of twisted hate,
His legs click down the hall...

The fresh blood flows freely
over the lush grass...

My knife is my steed,
Leading me on...

Torn wings run red,
He lies in blood he's bled...

Through the woods of darkness,
Through the grass of day...

Through the broken bough
Streams the long torn sun...

In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...

Close your eyes and picture this,
The perfect azure sky...

Weeping Willow
She stands there in the darkness...

Death,
There is no word, to describe it...

Where did you go today sis?
You never said goodbye...

Mum says you’ve gone to heaven,
Dad walks away...