Fire & Ice

The ice has broken between you and me,

I have reached out, I am waiting for thee,

the Bad blood that churns between,

Story of horror that entails in mean.

Time that shadows the time spent,

a moment of fragility that we repent.

Shunned by the silence,

ruined by the storm,

my soul has been broken from the call.

My life that once,

was a bird of prey,

has diminished, been reduced to an endless crawl.

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Scrawling furiously on the canvas,

I wreak havoc upon the cloth,

that once covered your serene face,

the face which I now see in haze,

and in dreams so dreary,

which wake me at night,

I still see that pain,

that burning, that fright.

Remain I still shrouded in my words,

They once were few, now come in herds.

I live in the cocoon of my body,

in a lie I lie,

among thorns I thrive,

with a smile I cry.

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Today, fear that once filled my soul,

escapes in a cloud,

standing beneath a shroud,

is my love, My life,

is worthy of her return,

This path of life not worthy of our sojourn.

So long I mourned, burst out I shone,

a lone my soul, of yours a clone.

My mate of soul, take my hand,

rekindle the magic we once planned,

the soul of my mate, no longer a tool of malice,

of me you’re Helen, of you I’m Paris.

 

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