Her Cold Kiss

Once upon a winter's night,
I made a wish to my timid fire's light,
Name me a sweet delight,
To share warmth against the frigid twilight,

So I peered through my window's frosty glare,
The wind's moans were a lament I could share,
I watched snowy wisps dance and taunt and dare,
The challenge was to discover the night's icy ware,

I trudged across the deserted blanket of a white dream,
The dancing flakes like diamonds awash in broken steam,
Shadows from the forest were beasts with a daring gleam,
My thoughts were driven by a goal beyond the frozen scream,

I walked the moon's cobble to fame,
I found a field covered in blood like a shattered flame,
In the middle, she stood, beauty without a name,
So, I had followed a memory drunk on shame,

Her rage blossomed a flaming path,
My chilled breath was the witness to her wrath,
Boreal winds slammed me to the source of her laugh,
Lone to a ghostly wisp, I was to be her cenotaph,

I entered her parted dream of anguish,
She did strip my flesh with flurry to languish,
Her kiss upon my denuded heart left it too cold to ravish,
It crashed with my entrails and she placed there her hate to nourish,

I stare at the winter's night sky, stiff as a broken glaive,
I wished for a sweet retrieve, but my past named me knave,
Her voice sings frozen graces to the distraught peace I crave,
To my dead winter's queen, I have bled to life as her slave.