She moved swiftly in the night,
Shivering and all alone,
Oh winds of the north,
She whispered,
Her red lips quivering, as the sky streaked itself with light,
Come and blow over my pitiful heart,
Take my soul away,
Hold my breath,
Hide it with the restless souls in wealth,
Oh winds of the north,
Take me away with your beastly, ice numbing cruel claws,
Just like that one winter twilight when you left me shaking with cold even after you took the remnants of my heart and soul and left me lifeless.
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Void.
RandomPoetry & extracts from books I'll never write. This traumatizing collection of extracts were written when I was 12 - don't say I didn't warn ya'll.
