Snow
The crystals shatter under the ice.
Wolves behind me cackle and howl
While the bears growl for what's theirs.
I sit on a block of ice, watching my breath
Start to fade away with the icy wind.
Ice chunks lay on my eyelashes,
Snowflakes dance on my blue, dead lips.
Intermission.
The color is reborn,
Anew, refreshed.
I sit elegantly on the ice throne, hearing the growls,
The howls, the cackling,
All happen behind me.
I stare out into the vast world of ice,
My eyes fixated on the reflection.
The clouds seem to get closer and closer,
The sun trying to fight them.
A crown on my head starts to rust,
The colors fading away.
Intermission.
The velvet robe is torn, I sit on my block.
My crown sits in front of me;
The jewels have already been forgotten.
The howls, the growls, the cackles,
Stop.
I blink, the ice chunks cutting my skin.
I open my mouth, the snowflakes fly away.
I start to shiver, the wolves have won.
They growl at me, blood dripping from their fangs
Showing me no mercy.
I swallow my pride, they jump high in the sky.
One falls on top of me,
Blood spitting out, biting deep within my neck.
The snow starts to fall.













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i like the use of imagry
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I really like the 'stop' and 'intermission' parts- contrasting to real life because it doesn't happen...
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I tried to make it more surreal then anything else, but I might've ... failed that XD
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