A/N: I do not own Attack on Titan or any of its characters, attributes, etc

Petrified Grief

Skyward trees, bright streaming sunlight

Nature undisturbed by the horror, perceived by him with clarity

As he is sullied with destruction today, yesterday, tomorrow

Despite his noble efforts, those wasteful hours, hateful hours

Crimson makes up the blood

That blood, everywhere

Glinting down the strings of deadly, silken wire

Staining the spring grass, the golden trunks of preservation

Too late.

Choices, deadly, vile things

Rectified in an instant

If only

Protection, the one quality he possessed, crucial

If only

The crimson may not be pervasive, at least, not for her

Glassy eyes forever staring

Spots of hope brought asunder

Crimson stains her, too, most of all

The brightest ray of sunshine fades the fastest

Nature, undisturbed, but her it rebukes

Knees collapse at length, strength vanished

Words fail, unnecessary and vile

Arms useless, motionless at puppet strings

Nothing moves

Everything is over

Lost with her