The Message

Winter basks upon the green
Draining the color to neutrality
Cold and void take the scene
Dusk approaches all is serene

I stumbled across the frozen path
Attempting to cope with the aftermath
She told me that I was a flame
That fanned away her inner blame

Tripping on the gnarled roots of dead trees
Continuing my journey towards apathy
My cheek afire from lips long gone
Run run run into the daemon's maw

The angelic woman took my hand
Said not a word but gazed upon me with demand
A scented flower long dried of its life
My message to take to those hidden in the forest's strife

Pitch black veiled my sight
Perhaps it is my imagination but do you hear little voices chuckling in delight?
A sharp talon ripped into my cloak
In sudden panic did I almost choke

Her message etched into my eyes
I could not would not fall to these evil lies
Brushing aside the thoughts of demise
Plummeting further into the maze of vines

Flash of light scarring my sight
Drop to my knees in sudden fright
At last the center where the trapped are denied
Their cries gore my identity, my self, my pride

I offer the message by blowing it into the sky
A scream of pure ecstasy wails through the night
The light explodes as far as one could see
Snow melts suddenly to the new entropy

The dusk has passed....the spirits are uncaged
My beloved found my hand once again to engage
Whispered sweet nothings into my deaf ear
But I hear....I can hear.