Poetry

[Conifer16]

Wandering a land of dreams. a tear rolls down an angels cheek, made of ice the angel weeps. a land frozen in time and manner. snow builds up, there is no sun to hold it back. the sky cracks, blue of the lightest hue crumbles to the void. light fades and the warmth has fled. nothing moves, all is still. love of the creator is turned away. unable to feel, a man kneels in the snow. staring straight ahead. eyes blue as ice and piercing as a blade. unfocused they stare on. armor of sliver and silk loses its shine. the cape of green turns dull and without life. this world is fading away. its maker lost in time and thought. frozen without words. warmth fled from his being. high above watching the land fade to darkness a bird of flame circles. its song speaks of all things that were lost to this land, but is barely heard. never giving up it will circle endlessly and one day the man will hear. and maybe this land will once again be warm. but not this day, nor the days to come. for now everything sleeps in the strangle hold of ice. the man a statue of stone.