Ice

A crawling crack in the cold ice, a minor flaw The water below, bursting, seeping through the breaking jigsaw Creaking and shrieking, the sheets of water cried as they were leaking Their opaque look and solid feel were misleading A graveyard lies below the sheets, with pond weeds as epitaphs Two beings linger on the ice like souls entering Limbo, helpless to its grasps A metallic monster, mercilessly called to the black abyss Happening in slow-motion, like that of a first kiss A kiss that would be the first and last for this beast The fire of his heart and the pulse of his master’s ceased The master, who led the beast, brought their unknowing death It was because of him that they now breathed their last breath The ice taking but this one man’s soul and its beast with it Victims, drowning in the watery pit If only the man’s ignorance hadn’t been, Perhaps then, he would be.