RUBY ROSE

Slicd by the icy winter gale
Her hair blows awry, her face is pale.
The journey has weakened her frail bones
And the nearing fear of night drones, drones
On and on...

It tears at her soul, rips through her brain,
Captures her thoughts, is she still sane?
Where is the light that keeps the dark away?
Where is the light that brings back the day? the day,
Will come once more...