Blood on the snow
Red on white, a tribute to an ancient god
A body under the birch tree
Naked branches rake the sky
What claws raked her skin?
Blood on the snow
Skin gray as ash, life faded from eyes of blue
A dove flies overhead
Innocence incarnate
What innocence fled this form?
Blood on the snow
Wind whistles through the birch tree
Moaning, mourning her death
Cold touch of snow on flesh colder still
What darkness chilled this child?
Blood on the snow
Some questions are not to be answered
An ancient god accepts his tribute
The sky cries crystal teardrops but
Can the blood be washed away?