Crimson Snow

It's all a dream, a reckless thought
To what I see before me
The snow falls upon my nose
But it's colour, it's not the same

I blink once I blink twice
Then stumble back in surprise
The snow is red, bloody red
This can't be true, no

I stare in wonder and hold out my hand
Nothing changes, it's all the same
I look around me, in the quiet forest
But no ones around, not a soul

I stand once more and shake in disbelief
Is this a sign? I've finally declined
To was everyone calls insanity?