• The pines brush against the fallen ice below,
    A frozen Abyss had consumed all,
    The blood that shed from others,
    Still warmed the icy ground,
    The wind blew the thin layer away from the other snow,
    A flake drifted half red in a journey galled,
    The shed of remaints infront of another,
    Still warmed the icy ground.

    The making of a war unknown,
    Breaking another dawn in mourn,
    A flake, shown by the eyes of none,
    Yet the world watched the makings of others flow,
    That still warmed the icy ground,
    The meaning of nothing known,
    Bringing the curse of another sworn,
    A flake, that travels without sun,
    Yet no one noticed as it landed low.
    The ground which warmed no more.