A icy blue stare
Cold
As ice
Is all he can be
A bloodless face
And white winter wings.
Beautiful, they whisper
He sits alone
Forever alone, some say
High up in the trees
Waiting
Wondering
When shell be
Here with him forever
Years
It seems hes been waiting.
Coal black hair covers have of his pale face
What will she be like he wonders
A beautiful angel
dressed in black
Heating his forever cold skin
Warming his icy cold eyes
With love
Or lust?
A beautiful angel shell be
But his wonderful
Demise.
A icy blue stare
Cold
As ice
Is all he can be
A bloodless face
And white winter wings.
I like the mystery established in this opening stanza.
Would've liked to have seen that carry through the rest of the poem.
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"show, don't tell"