When I Thought It Was Real

My world, cold and lonely I flew too close to the sun and scorched my wings It left my love a thin veneer laying on top of snow, my head bowed staring into an opaque cold Where crimson snowmen melt, their ragged scarfs blowing away tumbling across rusted fences, in lost meadows where hearts played masquerade in the sun Where blood dripped, from my hands, cut by barbwire, I clutched trying to flee the death of love's illusion When I thought it was real and dreams were a meal we would feast on The world hypnotized and aloof has an obscurity to it that blocks the sun taking away its rising, leaving an ebony darkness that a suture in time could never heal as I succumb to a cold, barren world of tomorrows 6/5/17 contest Write me something deep and dark ten words needed to use...aloof, veneer,opaque crimson,masquerade,death,hypnotize,ebony,suture obscurity