My entry for the Review Game's Writing Contest The prompt was this lovely picture off of Deviantart (there's a link of it on the Writing Contest Thread in the Reiew Game). The result of this prompt, I think, was a poem atypical to my style. If you have the time, vote Vegetarian Serial Killer!

In The White

Wing is crumpled

Bent over you

White as a shroud

Blood is the only thing you can see

While you're in the white

You never saw this

Never knew that a scarlet kiss

(it seemed so pure)

Could hold the key to your Fall

And now you're covered in raindrops

Which do not cleanse

And have never seen the Sun

For blood is the only thing you can see

While you're in the white.

(learn to close your eyes)