Lost Remnants

Standing like the spectral wind
Her hair flowing through lavender tunnels
I gaze at the runes of solitude

Arrows of burlesque irony
shot through the hearts of bystanders
falling like golden angels
He stands in his cloak
bony finger at the ready

Frozen in shadowy luster
Ice flows through their veins
Warmth is forever lost
Brandishing in the depths of frost

Fire whips the darkness
As it is dragged down
Screams of regret fill the frigid air
As the jaws are clamped shut

Now only the frugal remain
forever to wander the barren land
the waters of life flow no more
and what we once perceived
becomes a cruel reality

Eyes light as snow
Peer through my ether center
There she lay, pale as winter
Hand grasping my heart





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