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...
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Comments3
Waiting in anticipation
Good cliffhanger!
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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