Cold Winds
Upon the hardened wood hearth floor,
the ashes of my lost loves letters lay.
Entrenched in embers glowing more,
brightly as the wind did stray,
from the opened cabin door.
And with the wind a whisper sounded,
so my head perked to hear,
til the faint cry of love resounded,
as if my lost love was very near.
The sound calling as my heart pounded.
Through the cabin door I raced,
and plunged deep through bitter snow.
I ran blindly and tried to trace,
the crying sound of the love I know.
Deeper and deeper through snows I paced.
Til I reached the gate of souls departed,
the cemetary where my love was buried.
And to her crypt the sound it started,
growing fainter as I hurried.
From within the tomb dark uncharted.
I mustered courage and wrenched the door.
And turned the handle and sprang within,
and fell upon the icey floor,
but there was no sound to my chagrin.
Naught but howling howling of wind did roar.
The darkness gathered and to her tomb,
I crept forth and and pulled near.
As cold winds held me within their womb,
My eye released a final tear,
as the icey cold brought on my doom.
The Cold Winds by Lurking Fear, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.