It happened in the night time within a hallowed nook. <br />The birth of a thousand tomorrows, beside a furrowed brook. <br />The motion of the moment lay twisted on frozen snow. <br />The sorrow of the world where hated memories grow. <br />The sound I still remember, filled the soundless void. <br />The emotions unstoppable, with screams one can't avoid. <br />The color of crimson, melting into white. <br />Freezing in an instant, paralyzing one with fright. <br />And in an instant, it ended, crumpled in a heap. <br />Decaying into nothingness, where yet another may reap.<br /><br />Lesa MRK<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cycle-2/
