She sits so still
Eyes unblinking
A mask of empty false emotion
Hiding the absence of something I can't seem to name
I see no fear in her eyes now
No fear of her own death.
Which creeps ever closer
From the shadows surrounding her throne of ice.
Diamond chips stream to freeze on her cheeks
But burning chains co-exist
Visibly constricting her heart.
Cold wisdom whispers morbid truths.
As I glance again to her eyes
I name whats fled from her eyes
And from her heart
Hope more aptly named as the life
My hand with a will of its own
drags my body ever forward to touch her face
I try to wipe away the tears
But my hand won't come away from her cheek.
A sharp pain shrills through my body
Bringing me to my knees
tearing my hand away.
With a slowness that seemed mere seconds
I become her
A statue in glorious ice
Crystalline light illuminating my new station
Emptiness in my staring gaze
A lesson in succulent seductions silent retribution
Passions flame burns ever lower in my eyes, with hope.
A cool wind blows and it extinguishes.
(Look deeply in this and you will see why its in the lost love category. I am the ice princess. And her loss of hope is because of lost loves.)
