Wandering
Snow
Pure white snow
Tainted with scarlet petals
Flowers of blood
Blossoming
Broken
Bent, broken and breathless
A puppet with it’s strings
slashed cruelly
Lies forlorn
Empty
Drained of life
Stolen mercilessly
With a flash
Of silver
Stolen
The theft of a soul
An inexcusable act
Of judgement
Scenery
A picture of peace
But a soul
Forever
Wandering
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