Flickering Song
Snow whispered,
singing.
pianissimo,
almost silent,
hovering over me,
burial shroud,
Gaea's gift.
Lying there
in the elements
purer than I
have ever been,
purer than my music,
glistening like tears
I never shed.
The only darkness there
is you,
for I am clean now,
washed by scarlet snow,
cleansed by your
steel hand.
You erased my song,
you soaked the earth
with my melody.
Remorseless, you kissed me
with nightshade lips.
Skies thundered,
forte, forte.
Glory in my defeat a moment,
for you cannot ignore
damnation.
Your punishment...
sing for me.
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