The Red Grim

When darkness took over the sky and the battle was over When silence pierced the land When the snow fell in sorrow When there were no more tears no more screams, no more laments, and no more blood to be spilled Then She will emerged from the ground, her hair would absorb all the blood and her crimson threads would seize all the souls without mercy For She was the Red Grim And She was as colossal as the Titans themselves And She felt nothing as she sang the lullaby of the Deaths. pencil on paper, edited in Photoshop