Literature
Crimson Eyes
I remember clearly the frost on the ground
Sparkling, inviting, the cold all around
The moon made it glitter, along the frozen stream
Providing mood light for the end of my dream
All have their ways, everyone has their fun
And unknowingly I was the chosen, the one
Perhaps everything had been leading to this
The pain and the pleasure of a cold, blood red kiss
I remember clearly the frost on the ground
Around the crimson ice where my body was found