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
