Author: BabyBix PM
I couldn not, for the life of me, decide what to title this one. I'm still not very happy with it. Oh well. This one came to me as an image in my head, so I wrote it down.Rated: Fiction M - English - Tragedy/Drama - Words: 189 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 12-05-12 - id: 3080263
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"Innocent" ~ BabyBix
Somewhere deep in Winter's Forest
Rides a Dark Knight,
Clad in black armor,
Glinting dull and sinister
In Winter's cold burning sunlight.
Shiny coat colored a Raven Black,
Feathered hooves gliding gracefully
Over the frozen forest floor,
Strong muscles flexing with every step,
Nostrils flaring and steaming in the frigid air.
On this Dark Knights hip,
Hangs a Blade.
Long, sharp, and thick,
This, too, glints a dull colour,
Black steel blackened further
By the drying Innocent Blood.
In the Snow,
Soft under his steed's hooves,
Trails a line of Red,
Staining the once Pure Snow.
Bare, snowy trees,
Lie dormant and cold,
Frozen and gloomy,
In the fog of early dawn.
Along the trail of red,
A Mother wails
Over the broken, bloody corpse,
Of an Innocent.
The Dark Knight, though,
Rides in silence,
Through the frigid land.
Such a change from the night before,
Full of the screams of the frightened,
He is so silent now,
That even the easily spooked Doe,
Watches this cold-blooded Hunter
In wary awe.