Buria!
They have come
An end to an end
No souls have they
To break or bend
Their red-ringed eyes
Peer through to your soul
Their gaunt, pale features
Are frozen, so cold
Roza, my Roza
I love you, my dear
It seems so cruel
That we may have such little time here
Bleeding and burning
Bodies ablaze
Little ones screaming
See through the red haze
My fear overtakes
At the horrible sight
Of my little Roza
Alone in the fight
And then I am gone
Snatched up and away
Amidst jeers and sniggers
At the captive parade
I struggle and hit
And I kick and shout
While what I'll miss most
I am worried about
To the cave they come
To save us all
My heart soars with glee
As I watch them fall
And the storm is over
Or so I thought
Until the yellow haired demon
Leapt out of her hidden spot
Her fingers tangle
Cold as ice, in my hair
As she pulls back my head
With a self-satisfied glare
My Roza yells 'No!'
But it is too late
Her ugly twin needles
Have just sealed my fate
The world is distorted
Unsure of its form
Moving and spinning
In the eye of the storm
The earth is tinged red
Through the eyes of a ghost
I know now for certain
I have lost that which I treasure the most.