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