Winter Blood


She stepped out into the night

From out of the Nightmare came a cry

The creature's somber humming ever so quiet

luring the unsuspecting into a frenzy

She is all that stands between

a world of ire and a world of light

The shadows writhe in horror;

their ghastly creation a pale abhorrence

She was to be their Chosen One

A warrior angled to live more

than just a hollow existence

The souls were as bright as the stars

But unearthly blood stained the

tips of her hair, her sword, and her solace

Drop by drop it tinged the ground

The beastly burden of loss

The last chance to take a final breath

And all of it- gone.

No second chance.

However, the silence hungers and from

the fires she wakes

She steps out onto the plains

A blizzard creeps down her spine

The Demon Ruins she must bide

One last stop to sharpen the blade

Fill up the flask and check her Faith

The fool she may be

But bathed in blood, a kingdom undone

She will walk the unknown, let her story unfold

To find the truth

To end the curse

...of Winter Blood


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by the Dark Souls and Bloodborne franchise :)


Shattering into a million glimmering shards,

the vase seemingly imploded just left of her head.

Yet, preceding the vase, the front window

performed a remarkably similar routine.

And yet before both of these events,

a crisp crack’s echo bounced around the streets.

Of course, all the above described events

occurred in such a quick procession,

they appeared nearly to be simultaneous.

It was the combination of the three that

produced such a shocking scare in the heart

of an elderly lady, snoozing in the recliner.

Suddenly, overwhelmed with surging adrenaline,

her heart violently seized up and struggled

vehemently to maintain its well practiced music.

Out in the yard, jaw hanging askew, eyes wide,

a young boy drops his small aluminum bat.

Knowing he was in the near absolute deepest

trouble fathomable, his heart was also flooded.

It being young and strong, this heart handled

the onslaught of adrenaline quite well.

Then, the boy notices through the open door,

the absence of his grandmother’s favorite vase.

At the exact same moment both hearts stop.

Unfortunately, for everyone held dearly within it,

only the boy’s again begins to pound out its beat.











Author's Notes/Comments: 

In one moment a lot can happen.

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