Gone

Cold wind blows
In a country where not even hope can survive,
Blood covers my hand
As I wonder through town,
There I find a little girl..
She smiles
I ask
How can you smile?
She said
Why look at this
She holds the hope I was looking for
Her eyes gleaming brighter than a halo
Why is that hope ?
She laughs
A laugh more bewitching than a devil's soul
No it's your dreams.
The blood on my hand did not scare her
Who is she?
She smiles , disappearing
With my dreams,
Cold wind blows
As rain drizzles
In a town where not even hope can survive..
Where everyone is lost
Gone..