Crimson Snow

Beautiful, pure, white snow,
Covers the ground that I walk.
But now to those grounds,
Never again shall I go.

Fore one silky, black night,
I was walking home through the thick, cold snow.
When I heard tires screaching,
And someone screaming.

I never stood a chance on that fatal night.
My heart struggled valiantly,
But there was no battle to fight.
My precious, fragile life ended that night.

My bitter and sweet memories flashed before my minds eye.
My breath caught in my throat, my lubgs flutter feebly.
The trucks bright headlights were taunting and cruel.
I lay on the ground, and cried out weakly.

I was hopeing that this was all just a nightmare,
But I heard running feet, and a voice calling faintly.
My world was slowly fadeing, my body felt numb.
My last thoughts were of the one that I loved.

Fore on that fatal night,
The beautiful, cold pure white snow,
Was turned to a deep crimson red,
That pure, innocent snow, was stained with red sin.