Dead Winter

"DEAD WINTER" Fresh snowfall on my porch A story of not so long ago. 7 inches above my ankles The neighbor's chimney smokes like a cigarette. The doorbell rings, I shudder and tremble I breathe at the moment before I twist the knob He was there alone. A man with eyes likes the moon A hunter in a black coat He storms in, shoving me out of his way He twists around and reveals his name His name bleeds through my soul My mind begins to white-out every memory I firmly get a grasp on reality A wanted man Carrying myself up against the bookshelf. My eyes start to shed a course of rain His eyes are bright green with golden specks, pierce in the logical way of the hawk I cradle on the sofa, like a child Alone This stranger who stood before me Wants more than the warmth of my home It's snowing deep down my flower bed. It's too cold outside. The fireplace can act no more It's too cold inside! He proceeds slowly, towards the kitchen door I see him reaching for the stainless steel Soon the beat will end, I inhale his eyes that are the size of the moon This visitor, at my door, He whispers into my ear. "I'm preparing the ways of good and evil. Now go, be free into the promised land." by: PD