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Snow Drifts

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The bite of the icy air
ripped like a dagger into her bones,
gazing out a the frozen alabaster blanket
remembering the time
that it might have felt painful
instead of something she deserved.

Her soul has slipped into a frigid abyss
since love's summer had fled her life.
She always thought of evil as black
white the essence of good,
now her body trembled in the pure, pristine wilderness,
knowing hell's glacier  waited to freeze her spirit
trap it forever beyond the pillars of light
where hope was a dream never visited
and agony wrapped in icicles around the mind,
stabbing through one's eyes and into the veins.

All she had craved was to ease her anxiety
a chance to be sure her lover was always faithful
unlike so many who had betrayed and abused her
leaving her tattered and bruise
with nights where no screams ended
because the acid of her hate burned so deep.

Desperate for a solution, she sought the aid
from a witch, who offered her his heart always,
but at a price.

It meant she would have to spend her life
amid the bleak constant winter of a distant wilderness,
having him with her, but never again knowing summers
nor the warmth of a sunny day.

But the need for his touch and love grabbed her so deeply,
that she accepted the demand,
closing her eyes, then opening them to discover herself
in an isolated snowy region where the cold hung intensely in the air,
true to her word, witch made sure her love was there,
didn't mention that he preserved underneath the lake's frozen surface,
his face covered is such shock, which she could see far too clearly.

Now she spends each second in bitter realization
demons and the devil can seduce with ice as well as fire.

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  • Shamanicmusings
    December 15, 2007

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    This is a bright white, dark write.
    I am just starting to show my dark side. There is so much darkness on A.P. But your dark writes are well structured and have a be-careful air about them.


  • Zahir
    December 2, 2007

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    I'm not a great fan of too prose-like poetry, but the imagery in this one is just so astounding and not cliché, that I can't help likinh it. Although it didn't make me feel pain. It has more of a dark sort of sensuality to it, seductive male witches and such. I couldn't possibly point out all my favourite metaphors, you'd fall asleep reading this, but one struck me as unique and refreshing, a new one for the cliché attracting concept of hope.
    "where hope was a dream never visited"
    I haven't seen it before. I like it
    Apart from that, loved the story, I hope he was good in bed at least.


  • black lagoon x
    December 2, 2007

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    .....

    You're so intense.it's true,ice can seduce as well as fire,and as painfully.I liked the part of the ice's frozen water.It made me want to scream.

    Thanks for entering my contest <3

    Good luck,

    Pixie


  • Elvenfairy
    December 2, 2007
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    this was an awsome poem. I loved the wording you used. Definetly a brilliantly written poem.

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