Something slightly darker.

White, Red and Death

Cold, frost snow crunching beneath her feet,

Wound deepened, blood drips.

Her heart quickens to the beat.

Every part trembles, losing her grip.

White, Red and Death.

Darkness dusted by white,

Ebony eyes full with fear,

Heart strong attempting to fight,

Her skin the colour of bitter beer.

White, Red and Death.

Slim, skin to bone,

Skin taped tight around her skull,

The snow betrays her tanned tone,

As the wound betrays her soul.

White, Red and Death.

Her panting thick,

As her blood stains the snow,

Time slows, as it goes... tick tick.

As she hurries through the snow, trying to escape what she knows.

White, Red and Death.

Before she knows it,

A hand is upon her,

Fear automatically lit,

Behind her is a dominant sir.

White, Red and Death.

A rip tears through the dark skin,

Blood splashes like a fountain,

The man slashes as if he wasn't committing a sin,

The only witnesses are the trees and mountains.

White, Red and Death.

She drops. Face within white,

No one will ever know, corpse was miles,

Beyond the mountain shines sun light,

As he leaves his last action was a hideous twisted smile.

Death.