Beauty in death and fear

as the sun melts and the sky darkens,
so does the warmth of your skin.
when the moon dissapears and the wold freezes over,
your eyes are the emptiness within.

The stars rain down, fires are set,
devouring the world we know.
frost on the clouds, flames on the ground
beauty in the death of our homes.

Creatures cry and the ground shudders,
quakes knock us off of our feet.
Thunder rolls, and lightning strikes,
Illuminating the tears on you cheeks

the cold of a snowstorm, deaths freezing hand,
has nothing on the ice in your soul.
The sky cracks open, pouring out blood,
flooding the valleys and towns

trees catch fire, begin to fall,
Ashes float through the air,
painting our skin, graying our hair,
creeping into our lungs.

You crack a smile, bare black teeth,
you hands form into claws,
your laugh at the sky is the last thing i hear,
as you spill my blood in the street.