sablesolitude

Outside these icy walls I can hear the thunder howling From the mouth of a raging blizzard I listen to the dead winds drowning Beneath a sea of falling frost From within these crystal caverns Where candles wither And lights fear to shine The mist is jagged in my throat A thin frost lays upon my trembling tongue Breathing deep the stillness That surrounds this theater of ice I am enamored with these frigid hours Beads of glass shine in the darkness Like empty stars in a frozen sky This vampiric December fog Drains the fire from my body Temperature falling The chill is so soothing Hail pours down upon me One succulent drop a