A Story in The Winter... Part 1

Elegant_Style

Roses are withered;

Violets are dead.

As of now, I have shivered,

And my heart feels like lead.

 

A familiar rhyme

to start this reverie

of a cold winter's night

and a shadow in the trees...

 

One day I was walking

in the fast falling snow,

and my toes were all frozen

no farther could I go.

 

I collapsed on the ground,

and the snow cushioned my fall.

A tree creaked in the wind

and my heart fervently beat.

 

A shadow in the forest

moved like a man,

yet the movements were graceful,

and my eyes began to dance.

 

The sparkle of snow

on a bright winters night

helped me pick out his features

when he walked into the light.

 

Pale snowy skin,

and eyes made of gold.

He held out his hand,

and I followed.

 

My heart felt like ice;

foreboding followed me,

and who can say why I listened

to the snowy mirage I could see...

 

To be Continued...

:) :)

  • Author: Elegant_Style (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 16th, 2016 17:22
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Comments3

  • Augustus

    Waiting in anticipation

  • Ben Devlin

    Good cliffhanger!

  • SabreLi

    Can't wait for part two! Love this imagery, and since I have a particular soft spot for the snow (I love it's beauty, and the way it seems to tip-ex out the blotches and mistakes that humans leave on the earth's face) it is truly a lovely work! xx



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