Poem -
Cold
In the void she could hear only the wind.Ā
As it ruffled her hair she closed her eyes.
So cold it was
Like fingers of ice
That touched her very soul
She would not fall
She would never let go
Her thoughts were musicĀ
Both deadly and beautifulĀ
She followed the trance of her own mindĀ
Holding her hand out to the darknessĀ
She was fearĀ
and powerĀ
andĀ
fury andĀ
she would never let go
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Comments
Once "she" has a hold on you, Ashlyn, "she" rarely lets go.
Not until the cold confines of death and the grave have claimed you.
The key, I think, is not to allow her to get too close.
"Tap-tap-tapping at your chamber door.
Darkness there, and nothing more..."
Good write, powerfully emotive.
~Dean