• Finale

    Incredibly Bright,
    A white washing gray.
    Takes every color,
    Casts them away.

    Striping the warmth,
    Welcoming the cold.
    Encouraging Death’s fingers
    To become so bold.

    Tainting the blood,
    Binding the soul,
    Stealing the sight,
    Breaking the whole.

    The Clock’s vicious smile
    Signals demise.
    Last hours chime away,
    Lost in blank eyes.

    -Krista Liebrum