Blood

White pale skin, cold and not getting warmer,
Lonely in the dark, but someone is creeping,
Moonlight reflections upon earth's surface,
Shadows getting closer, invisible whispers,
A silver shiny blade, smooth but dangerous,
Touching the skin and fiercely scraping across,
Blood oozing out, finding air to catch and ride on,
Screams echoing in the howling winds,
The black clouds letting the moon fade,
A thump on the ground, but no-one can see,
The blood trickles like a river on the dry ground,
Eyes closing and no breathing, a last scream,
The blade sinking in the flesh,
Hand dropping, smacking the ground,
Footsteps running away, silent as a whisper,
Then a hand reaches for the blade,
Yanking it out, but smooth and softly,
Braveness carries the person away,
The dead doesn't rise, but souls do,
This soul is saying goodbye, goodbye, forever.