Frozen Winter's Walk
The drifting winter's afternoon chuckles rawly
Two lone figures walk through the frozen woods
Laughing in outright anger at their prison
A single snowflake slides like a tear down the fox's face
The opulent winter's day laughs icily
They scream with fearful need to hurt and spill red life
Onto the blue and white that surrounds them
The two's voices echo around the swirling crystallized mass of trees
Elsewhere spring bows down to the heavens
Here winter is an eternal torment to the foliage and its guests
The wolf shivers briefly in the frigid cold
As dozens more snowflakes begin to fall onto the frozen floor
Their torture decays to anger then slowly turns to sorrow
Matching with their icy tomb's sluggish curse
Their emotions are as bare as the trees they walk past
The fox speaks a cold joke and the wolf gives an icy nod
Twin Death Sentence
Smiles of tombstones and razors
One a conniving fox the other a wolf both in blazers
Eyes of faded blue china and brown cess pools
Both more terrifying then the scariest ghouls
Worn out suits that had seen better days
Had succumb to the blood from their wicked ways
Mr. Croup enjoyed words and sentences alike
Mr. Vandemar would eat even the smallest tyke
Mr. V likes to wear four raven skull rings
Mr. C would never wear something so uncouth that once had wings
Stare at their unlike forms
Nothing about them could pass for any norms
Remember their names and faces well
For one day it may be you they send to hell
More stories, poems and the like to come A.S.A.P I promise. Keep an eye out for me!