*SCARLET SNOW
*
*By GILDA LILY*
(c) October 14, 1998
The wind blows
Bitterly,
The sky painted
A leaden gray,
Tiny flakes swirl up
From gray/blue snow.
This place is cold,
Desolate,
In the middle of
Nowhere.
Scarlet is lashed
To a crooked fence,
Shreds of red
Fluttering
In the breeze,
A crow cawing
In mocking glee.
Ruby runs red
To stain pristine white
As the beloved hangs
Limp,
Battered...
Lifeless?
Snow begins falling,
Dusting the beloved
With sugary-white,
As the wind blows
And the crow screams...
* * *
...screams break the darkness,
Strong arms reach out
And hold him close.
"Benny!
*Benny!*"
"Right here, Ray.
I'm safe."
"Oh, my god!
My god!"
Tears mingle
As love is held
Safe within
Trembling arms.
Ray lays back down,
Fingers clutching
The one he loves.
His Benny's safe,
Not hurt and hanging
On a fence,
Left for dead.
He can keep him
Safe,
And healthy,
And happy.
Just a nightmare...
This time.
* * *
DEDICATED
TO
MATTHEW SHEPARD
AND TO ALL THOSE
WHO HAVE DIED
BECAUSE OF WHOM
THEY LOVED
* * *
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