Icy cold.
My toes turn numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue.
A few more steps.
Silence wraps around me.
I raise my face to the sky.
The colors take my breath away.
The trees of the forest shiver and shake.
Their long limbs tremble from the next quake.
Thick bodies blaze a glaring white.
Tears freezing from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white.
The bright glare blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown.
I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow.
But I must go where the wind might blow.
The sparkle of the depths below
Tempts me more than you can know.
Are you beneath the sea?
I need you here with me.
Time has slowed to a stop.
A fin hits the water with a plop.
A flash of an arm beckons me.
A siren’s call freezes me.
I bend closer to the water’s edge.
Ready to make my lover a pledge.
I find myself falling into the cold.
I am soon lost in his tight hold.
I close my eyes and give up my fight.
For I’m free to roam the earth tonight.
Night turns into day,
Day turns into night.
I feel myself sway,
As I hold onto the light.
The night numbs me,
Frighteningly cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer the day
When the sun shines.
The night can be fey,
Dark streaking the pines.
Night turns into day.
Day turns into night.
Days become gray,
I have no more
strength to fight.
Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain,
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
I stand clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and gray.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and all right.
A town where the snow is black,
bringing coldness & fear.
Old remnants of tears held back
& times too hard to bear.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished & frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
The trees of the forest shiver and shake,
their long limbs trembling for the next quake.
Their bodies blaze a glaring white
with tears frozen from their new plight.
The world has become hard and cold.
My trembling body feels old.
Surrounded on four sides by white,
the bright glare has blinded my sight.
White is the color of my nightgown
as I stand and shiver with a frown.
A shadow emerges from the trees.
I hope it is not him, pretty please.
My body moves forward against my will.
I grab a thick tree and try to hold still.
I dig my feet into the packed snow,
but I must go where the wind might blow.
