"Black-Blood"

River of Blood,
Rushing by.
Clouds gone Black,
Thunder in the sky.
All hope seems lost amidst the dark clouds,
Black powder and dust,
The light is fading; hope growing grim.
A child of white lies distraught,
Crying a river- black of blood
Darkness- overwhelming,
Light- unclear, chances now fading,
Death in the darkness
Light- obscured
Child of White departing this life
But still there is ONE who cradles the child so clear.