Author: Calla Ravenheart PM
A touch of frost in the air... Poetry, again, and this time it's from last year! Oh dear! Hey, that rhymes!Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 119 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-22-06 - Status: Complete - id: 3302276
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A touch of frost in the air.
Eyes white, glowing, gleaming snow.
Too cold. Too cold. Oh please, stop-
Crystals form. Spiky, jagged. Pain grows
To bursting through. Rip apart my flesh
For your ghastly purposes, I care not.
Kill me with this ice, your freezing blizzard--
Hands red raw with clawing.
Meltwater? Tears? My heart frozen, crying.
Curled up to escape this freak storm,
This snowstorm. It will bury me.
My eyes - colourless! Chanting strings of words
That I do not know, nor will ever know.
Heat up the ice around me. Eyes blazing fire.
I see it in my soul; ice turns to water,
Running down in rivulets and pools. Like me.