From Mind To Quill

The Crash

Just a few feet and we could meet

But the clouds hang low to hinder my feat

The snow caves in entrapping sin

And the stake is driven through a heart; his kin

Cracks ring through the hull once true

Never again would the sky reign blue

For fire comes with the sound of drums

In tune to the final melody he hums

Black now boss as he carries this cross

Onward to her grave so he may emboss

What was the past laid in this cast

As the flag above will fly half-mast