The Rendezvous

I recovered haste As I made way in a sepia wood Far fatigued limbs Taking me as far as fear could. Winter held captive a brook Bonded by white and gray I had the desire for escape, Yet an honesty to stay. Could this be death, thought I, Amongst this frozen nature? Pausing again in the cold That held me in unmoved stature. Another damaging glance For my conscience to alleviate And I became an element Of the black waters of fate. And there, was my fragile life- So oddly replaced. No haven from my desperation, No salvation of grace.