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