Purgatory
Frost invites my fingertips; it beckons my grasp
Each flake kisses my lids, and paints my lashes to frost
My palms are graced by the snow, a bliss without cost
I lift my lids, while each step is answered by the snow’s rasp
Each eye of ebon sueded is glossed by my tear
Trapped in a placid face of ghast to evoke fear
I gaze out the shell that keeps me prisoner, only to see a damning horizon
Each shade of green and blue dances in harmony as emerald meets sapphire
Atop a mountain my eyes of coal contrast the snow’s slowed sinking
Sun has set, and I enjoy the warmest delight of night
As dead black branches stab and shred my peace, swiftly slitting its neck
And they obscure my eyes of life with corkscrew fleck
The fabric of the sky tears as a wedding dress
As my eyes of ebon shade absorb the light as always
But now, my tears gloss darkness into the birth of clear blue
While creaks of cracking wood are all I can hear, they will ring forever in my ear
With each crystal chill came a tear, which has untimely colored me clear
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