#grimmreality

I love them sm

*fade struggles with the camera before snapping a picture*

Fade: Time for holiday cheer, Christmas is slowly coming n wanted to get us all dressed for the holiday

*she paused*

The rain cascades upon love's burial ground, compassion for country and fellow man.

Seeds of hate bloom, blood flowers emerge from that which was once beauty. I, a lonely raven, soar upon this beautiful despair.

My feathers fall, cloaking their scars.

Torn flags wave and men cry their last words, rather it be in vengeance or remorse, few are still alive but their war within has simply just begun.

For there are no true winners in this obscure inescapable art of life, only fools blinded by tears of prideful sensation.

Sensation of pleasure, and a mind turned away from loss.

Loss of their people, turned towards the victory from the slaying of others. Never shall it be the same, without their fallen brothers, grasping for their last breath, like a child calling for their mothers.

Those who call for peace are just noble tools for the blind and hopeful. While there may be times of rest and peace, these humans are too hateful for this bloodshed to cease.

I, a simple raven begin to feast on these puppets, a river of crimson flowing beneath my talons.

Staining the earth and history itself.

After I am done, I shall find a new home for mine is also lost to this tragedy, but unlike these humans I need not more than what is necessary.

And so is the downfall that shall bestow their kind, I, The Blessed Onlooker, soar towards the moonlight, even more grateful than before.

That the powers that be blessed me, with such simplicity , yet complex enough to tell such lore.

Continuing to mock their game of war.

These feathers shall continue to upon them downpour.