Cold
The wind blows cold
And icy shivers
Down my spine
Benumbs me
To a static
Frozen mass of pain
Beneath my boots
The white crystals
Crunch like glass
And suck my heat
Downward from my brain
Leaving only breath
A frigid cloud
Frighted by the quartet
Of doom,
My malice
For Kaikias stays silent
Still
And shrivels
The pallor of my face.
My knees hurt
With coldness
And shiver to the bones
As if to dance
Before my death
With Astraeus
Children here.
Tell Aeolus to play
Till Boreas
Icy fingers relinquish
My frazzled skin
Tell him
To let me hear
The un-relented lyre
In my ear
Lest one break
To pulse a rhythm bring
His kingdom cold
Against my frozen blood
Ah Euros embrace me
Not so tightly now
Even you
Have a cold heart
That set
The temperature
Of winter's lips ...
I have no faith
In mysteries of the wind
And kiss of suffering
I tremble
With each meteorological blunder
And gust
That slices through my layered clothes
Like icy water
Down my spine.
Kaikias I hate you
There it is
The silence
Broken
Like a crisp cold glass
The still air
The hard silence
The hollow void between us
The numbness of emotion
The icicles in the stare
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2010
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