Threshold of Madness
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
Its icy breath paints frost on my window panes
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
Blood is slowly chilling inside my frail veins
Death's wildling wind pelts hail on my roof
Its icy breath paints frost on my window panes
Snowdrifts climb higher on the sills in reproof
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Death's wildling wind pelts hail on my roof
This room is the chamber where I'll be interred
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Huddled in a corner, my fear is spurred
Winter's hand has caused a temperature dip
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
On the threshold of madness, I'm losing grip
Terror incites me to curse what I abhor
The cold hand of Winter swiftly approaches
I flinch at the sound of a knock on my door
Nearer my threshold, Death now encroaches
August 17, 2017
Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2017
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