Cold
Winter’s wrath has come at last,
Out of the swirling sand-like sea
To take all warmth within each heart,
And I know that he’s come for me
His sleek skin shines a pallid white;
His ancient mouth devouring light,
With icy fangs and howling might,
And my soul shivers at the sight
His hollow eyes are on me now
I ask, ‘what do you want from me?’
But all my words are swept away,
And shatter soundless at my feet
The beast comes closer to me still,
And though I have no voice, I cry,
‘There is no warmth for you to take’
‘All of my blood is cold and dry’
His body towers over mine,
And my eyes close as I prepare
To feel his frigid, deathly hold
Upon my shaking shoulders bare
But as I stand awaiting death,
He passes by with frozen breath,
His eyes in search of other souls
Where warmth still dwells instead of cold.
Copyright © Nick Ruff | Year Posted 2008
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