The Red Snow

(Part-1)

Slowly, I stripped off the curtains aside

The drape that hindered the white moon light 


White was the colour of the lawn that spread

White was the colour of the Alps ahead.

Laid behind me were the folks from my land

Casual, indolent snoring like a band

Little did they care of the air outside

Neither did they notice that uncanny ride.

I followed a bunch of men, through my gaze

While still trying to wipe off the window haze

Wind that night was hideous and chill

Only when I could see beyond the window sill,

Four men rose to take on two

A girl and a boy with nothing they could do

The boy being bashed; the girl did plead

The cold goons ensured the two must bleed

I ran to the stairs as fast as I could

Watchmen dozed under his night hood

The clamour of the quiet that I then saw

Could have made even the bravest heart thaw

 . . . to be continued