Winter’s Heart Doth Not Beat

[theravingderelict]

Winter’s Heart Doth Not Beat

 

The shattering of green glass about my feet, To harsh winter our summer suffered defeat, Above frozen trees crying icicle tears, Today the frosts of gods reveals my fears.

 

To approach the lake where with nature we bathed, Now the ice touched by the hand to find the water stayed, Such a chill of one’s soul, Should depress warmth and create a this hole.

 

This is where I am bound for eternity, Because forever banished from your heart I have been, Now in the cold recesses of hell I battle my demons, alone.

 

There was a time when you were the sword that I drew, When strength paled and my darkness grew, I always knew I could rely on you.

 

But now after the results of my sin, I am left out to face cold and the perils of this worlds evolution,

 

If fate were to be remorseful and give me another chance, then I would surely go back and undo the past, but fate, as it seems, does not care for my regret,

 

Harsh glares from god’s that shun me because of a single moment of weakness, but it was this that tore the love from under you, leaving you falling into void,

 

I buried you with my own hands, I remember every handful of dirt, every nail savaged from finger by a rouge stone, and I still remember the crow who laughed, damn his laugh.

 

Now resting in a bed of broken glass, my wounds weep not pain but sorrow, and the devil’s stakes driven into the soles of my feet, embers suffocate my body, and once in the fire, it is you I will meet.