Anastasia Mortmain
The snow keeps falling anyway,
No matter how nature wants to thrive.
It lays on leaves and trees and shrubs
Covering them all the way.
The snow keeps falling anyway
When famine comes to feed on us
We fight it just like life taught us,
We go from one field to another
In hope that we could feed our brother.
We roam the fields in light and dark,
Roses, pages, feelings,
Everything burns.
There are so many beings
That thrives on the nocturnes.
There is emptiness around us,
No bird dares to sing,
No one dares to make a fuss,
No one moves a wing.
The emptiness around us,
Love is in the air,
Floating with fair hair.
It swirls around,
Prancing on the ground,
Making all the people silly.
The tomb has been broken,
The stairwell leads down.
Who knows what will open
And where will we drown.
We carefully step,
Leaves fall to the ground,
Dancing and swishing around.
With the wind they flirt,
Making all of us alert,
Of the upcoming winter months.
Smile, my friend, smile.
Show all your rows of teeth.
Show them your happiness
And hide your distress.
How do you kill a god?
That is a hard question to answer.
They are immortal, ageless,
They will never die.
But what if you make them suffer?
Darkness drips off your fingers
Covering the floor with pools of blood.
There have been so many figures,
Most now laying in the mud.
So many lives were lost,
Envy,
Can not be friendly.
Pain,
Can be in vain.
Sadness,
Can become madness.
Time ticks quickly,
Giving our lives to Cronus,
Making you think hardly,
If you ever did live.
It gives us thoughts
