Died a slow death
Gasping for breath
It's throat slit
Yellow blades
Rusted, pointless
Powerless to pierce the
Blistered black heart
Pursuing the brightest star
From west to east
East to west
Craving to bask in its warmth
A Lavendar sky
Bleeds ruby red
A blazing fire, smothered
The frantic crows scatter
Like windblown ashes
The candle extinguished
It is noticeable, how
The curl of gloom
Tastes of vanilla
Forsaken once more
As the first snowflake falls
From the starless vault
No rhyme nor reason
A delicate white fleck
So vulnerable
It diminishes at any token
Of warmth.
2012 © LH
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