Alone

In the candle dim darkness
Stands a silhouette figure
Standing rigid in the cold
In her heart, no hope lingers

The fierce wind shrieks in her ear
The din, too unbearable to stand
Unstopping it is and free it blows
As it chills everything on the land

The stale wind continues to blow
Inhale a breathe of air she did
But immediately let it out
For the blood-like taste was so putrid

The hair so brittle and dry
Fights against the wind
The strands so thin
Reflects silver from within

Lifeless blood-shot eyes glares out
Not in anger, but grief and pain
They had seen so much they didn’t want
The eyes can't hide their distain

Her heart was once filled with fervor and zeal
But now blackness and ice teems
For her hope had washed away
No longer to return in reality or dreams

A single, solitary tear turns to ice
As it slowly trails down like Death’s kiss
So sharp like a dagger of cold steel
A dagger that’d pierce her heart with sheer bliss

The loneliness in the air swirls around
catching her by the throat
suffication being unbarable
her mind suddenly awoke

Life being dark
With the knowledge of what is near
Voices out her pain to the supreme above
Making it loud and clear

She parts her pale, chapped lips
Her voice, dismal and grim
Defiantly shouts out loud
With some words of malediction

“Heartless Fates, go away and rejoice
I own nothing worth to steal or to be your reward
You have taken all I love and treasure dear
So sharpen your shears and cut my cord.”