Cold

Jan 29, 2005 22:36

Cold-
Burrow inside the depths of the soul
To metamorphosize
Into some dark creature of old.
Lore once forgotten is bidden again
And the thoughts are
Brimming with hatred, loathing, sin--
And the sunlight has faded,
It's sunken down-
The night sky is plundered, raided,
And mercy is gone
From the world, just a willow the wisp,
A shdaow now,
And eternity is lost in one cold, animal hiss.
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