SCARLET SNOW *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 * * * Return to Due South Fiction Archive