Crimson River Part III

Oh, how she wished
To see something
Other than the frosty white
That covered her surroundings with all its might

Her keen grey eyes
Spotted all
From the grey cat that tore her frock
To the grey men that tore her land

Oh! How she wished
To see something
Other than the frosty white
That covered her surroundings with all its might

At night, she heard a private concert
With carpets falling from the skies
And brick grinding to rubble
A concert indeed, just for her lucky ears!

Some mornings, she hit the jackpit
Where she awoke to see
The frosty white that covered her
Surroundings with all its might

Replaced by ashen grass
And charred lands
How the white had some colour
And no longer a pale pallor

But one morning,
Oh! What luck she had
For the skies blazed orange
And the frosty white that covered her
Surroundings with all its might

Finally wore a rouge blush.
Chased by brown dots
Her grey eyes found the black hollow
And alas, her wish was granted

As she joined the crimson river. 

Ghost

 

X-X-X

Third installment in my 3 part series titled Crimson River
This one is about a civilian killed in combat
Do read parts I and II

 

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4 thoughts on “Crimson River Part III

    1. Thankyouu ❤ I was actually inspired by the concept of war in general. But I'd be lying is Slaughterhouse- Five by Vonnegut didn't compel me to pick up the pen to the point that I couldn't focus on anything else unless I finished all 3!

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