The blood was pouring like rain over the tree. The branches, weighed
down by the thick blood, lowered to the ground. They drooped until they
brushed the cold snow, no, stained with blood.
The blood clung to the leafless branches like a disease. Where was the blood coming from? Where did it end? The icy river moved swiftly past, not daring to look at the gruesome sight. The moon covered herself in dark clouds, shielding her eyes.
The stars stopped dancing and produced a dull shine. The moon peeked out from behind her cloudy covers and silently wept as she watched the blood covered willow. The moon's tears poured out over the land, changing into a soft down.
The blood ceased flowing and one last drop, formed like a tear, paused and then slipped off the branch. Falling to the cold, wet, ground, leaving only a mark behind to tell the tale of the blood willow.
The blood clung to the leafless branches like a disease. Where was the blood coming from? Where did it end? The icy river moved swiftly past, not daring to look at the gruesome sight. The moon covered herself in dark clouds, shielding her eyes.
The stars stopped dancing and produced a dull shine. The moon peeked out from behind her cloudy covers and silently wept as she watched the blood covered willow. The moon's tears poured out over the land, changing into a soft down.
The blood ceased flowing and one last drop, formed like a tear, paused and then slipped off the branch. Falling to the cold, wet, ground, leaving only a mark behind to tell the tale of the blood willow.
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