When the Cold Wind Whispers

"The cold wind lashed at me, whispering words so eerily

With a breath as cold as the blackest of flames"

When the mind stops reeling, it will not be easy

Across the horizon to see,

The silky dancing dames.

The golden lined clouds, a sight to behold

Everything else's purple and drenched in grey

So he gazes up into where the stars used to be

His mind sewn shut, slowly crumbling away

He watches the golden clouds consumed by the night.

He watches them slowly passing out of sight

With desolate lifeless empty eyes, 

He hath embraced his fate without a fight.