Enchanted

Standing at the door
Tall, ancient,forgotten
a door separating life from death
I'm like a ghost in the fog

Thumping in my head
yet silence in my heart
sadness conquered me
i gasped to catch my breath

the wind blow heavy
like its howling out in my pain
and angel floating before me
a bright white light of hope

i reach out to touch her
to feel the warmth of the sun
but air embraces my hands
cold, icy, deathly, no one

a tear rolling down my face
as I'm collapsed on the floor
a weak and helpless little girl
i don't matter anymore

the door,it smoothly creeps open
my last hope, forgetting sin
crawl across the cold stone floor
and call out a blur of nothing

thick mist though the arch
but a warmth blazing out
i crawl over thresh hold
i crawl into my.......