(no subject)

Mar 28, 2008 10:35

Unreachable

A lost soul- 
 Trailing behind a devil.

Each step- 
 Within my grasp.

Amongst the forest, 
   Beyond the tower, 
      Cased in ice- 
    So close.

A fantasy- 
 Features contorted in pain.

A dream-
 Limbs twisted into a branch.

A wish-
 Body enclosed by frozen tears.

But-
 SHATTER!

Grace reaches-
 Latching on,
         he holds.

My hand is too cold-
               Unable to touch,
             Beatrice.
Next post
Up