The Cold and Bitter Winter Snow by 007Balel, literature
Literature
The Cold and Bitter Winter Snow
The Cold and Bitter Winter Snow
(04-12-11)
The winter snow knows no bounds,
Lost in its clutches are we
Who choose to walk in its fading footsteps.
We have a duty to uphold,
To bring justice
To whom it was deprived.
But justice is a word unknown,
To the cold and bitter
Winter snow.
It covers all tracks, all proof of life,
Leaving mysteries unsolved
And gives murderers a Christmas pass.
It holds no remorse,
Neither for the living nor the dead.
For bodies left in its clutches
Are nought but a faded memory.
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Balel
Angels
(02-12-11)
O what an angel she was...
You should have seen
The joy in her eyes,
In those tear drops.
"She was almost perfect, daddy.
Almost like an angel,
A sweet little angel..."
I caught her for you...
She was in a corner
Alone, afraid of the dark,
Silly angel.
"Angels remember mommy,
Who is that daddy?
Is it a bad man?"
I could see a light coming
From its belly.
She was almost complete,
Almost a pretty angel.
"Please don't go away, daddy.
Here is the angel,
Take her daddy, take me!"
Why can you never stay,
Don't I please you
With these presents...
Angels are so pretty daddy.
"I am always safe with daddy!
Flowers
(31-10-11)
Life is nought without
flowers; Petals that define
a reason, season.
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Balel
At the stroke of midnight
(16-10-11)
Do you remember the stories,
Irrational tales,
That used to keep us up at night?
Do you remember the tales
About demons,
About monsters that lie under our bed?
Well, here is another tale,
Of werewolves and full moons.
Do you know the one?
Mystical creatures that howl at the sight of the moon?
You may have seen them in films or tv series,
But in the real world they are different.
They are very much real,
And they exist amongst us...
A demon's curse on humans.
A vile transition, only once,
That completely destroys you
And turns you into one of them.
Destined to feed on flesh,
Destined to
Behind the oak tree
(10-10-11)
When someone asks you;
Do you believe in ghosts,
What is your logical answer?
It is a matter of yes or no.
First there is that moment of silence...
A moment so brief,
Where loved ones lost
Rise from the ashes of our memory.
Then two sides would start,
Each giving swift blows to the other...
A fact why they believe 'no',
A theory why they say 'yes'.
But no one would ever think,
It wouldn't cross your mind
To show someone what you believed,
To open there eyes, even for a second.
Let there be darkness in the light,
Let the skies dim and the stars shine
Let the closed planes open.
Let them join
The Void
(18-05-11)
And as the sun sets behind the sea,
No words shall be uttered,
No sound shall be heard,
Just the silence of it all...
Slowly eating away your soul
As you lose for the last time,
Both the way out
And sanity disappear...
Leaving you with a complete void.
This emptiness turning into
Your final asylum
A place of restrain,
And ultimate void,
Losing the final grip
To your once loved sanity.
Screaming into the utter void,
No sound is heard,
Fighting away this poison
Is just not an option.
Like a pit,
An endless fall,
Of confusion
And denial.
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Bale