This is one of my stranger ones. There's so many different ways to look at it; so I want you guys to tell my how you see it when you leave a review!
A final breath from the innocent,
Turns to ice in the air;
And the malicious watches it with an intriguing desire,
For his blood calls to hell,
Yet his soul screams for mercy.
The spirits float through the air,
Only to be hidden by their own white shadows.
Crimson reflections show the amaranth.
Lost in the expanse, and fading into the heavens,
Is the light that sits in the window,
Awaiting the day that he can look back with no regrets.