Just three steps are left for me
To reach the void of calm
I take the first and almost f lee
With stretching out my palm.
White lustrous ash is falling down
To gently touch the earth
As cold is rising from the ground
To give the winter birth.
The forest’s whispering his name-
I take another one
And slowly start to realize
That coldness has begun.
Can no more beg, no longer breathe
No power’s left to cry
With icy chill my soul is wreathed
And leading me to die.
He stood my ground and wouldn’t leave
All I received was sorrow.
He pushed me into the abyss
Of grief, with no tomorrow.
Will I grow free if take the last,
Devoid of chains of pain?
Too tightly bound with ropes of past.
Go blue in winter flame.
I wept and crept. But now am still.
Don’t hear blizzards howling.
The last three words are on the lips.
And dark around is growling.