Anastasia Mortmain
The snow keeps falling anyway,
No matter how nature wants to thrive.
It lays on leaves and trees and shrubs
Covering them all the way.
The snow keeps falling anyway
The devil has come to take me away
Not even looking at the leaves’ sway
As now I swear that they will be bare
Leaving the light to the nightly mare
Hades takes me away to his dearly home
Violence for violence, that's the rule of beasts,
But no one thinks that is the rule of humans.
We are the same as the beasts in the woods,
We just hide our teeth from others.
When famine comes to feed on us
We fight it just like life taught us,
We go from one field to another
In hope that we could feed our brother.
We roam the fields in light and dark,
The skulls are lying calm
Plants rising from their sockets
Bees circling their foreheads
Each forming a God-like halo.
Leaves fall to the ground,
Dancing and swishing around.
With the wind they flirt,
Making all of us alert,
Of the upcoming winter months.
The teeth of monsters open at night,
They give us, people, all a fright.
They go around the forest floor,
Looking for the otherwordly door.
They have escaped all hell and fire,
Life’s a gamble,
Life’s a game.
You throw a die,
And get some fame.
World’s the board
The trees grow high,
Nearly touching the sky.
Tons, their bodies weigh
And be just gods they may.
They look upon us from their height,
