12 October 2012
Snow flakes gently falling On a battle ridden field, Christmas eve their lives were taken Their fate finally sealed.
A pause in the battle To celebrate the next day, No one lingers on the consequences, On the people that lay slain.
The truce doesn't last, The next day on they fight, The crimson tears of Angels- Splattered on the white.
Young life's sadly wasted Their not with us now, Their sacrifice allowed our victory- Should we really be so proud?
Scarlet Snow • Opuss № I