Dark Winters

Bitter shivers sent down his mind

His little monsters left behind.

The creatures made of ghastly lies,

Snapping teeth

Shredding claws.

Never trust his mind and thoughts,

His dying heart

His body rots.

Winter is tapping,

Tapping on his door,

His windows, his ceilings,

His toes tap the floor.

Winter tries to enter,

To get into his skull.

The frost crawls the glass,

With shards of snow

Who show their smiles,

He hasn't noticed,

Hasn't smiled for awhile.

His fear too dark,

His eyes shut closed,

How could he ever notice

The way the Winter

Shares of joy foretold.

Dismal clouds of rain and snow,

No sky in sight,

No sun to shine,

No words to speak

Of what was left behind.

Dainty snowfall,

Delicate rain,

Chills the coming force

Of Summers coming pain.

Enjoy the warmth now,

Enjoy it from the hearth.

From the cozy blanket

He'll wrap himself in.

While he works

He tries his best

To ignore his demons,

They will try to test

His moves, his thoughts,

The devils try their luck,

Never could they outdo,

The Winter's truck

Barreling down unto

Their depressing glooms.

Winters coming never phased,

Fall and Spring,

They're all the same.

But Winter will hush,

The rush of glaciers

Ice

And snow,

The Demons,

Monsters,

Creatures from the Devil's glow.

Focus therefore,

Upon the wake,

The morning rise,

The Winters gleam

In the suns sighs.

This is where

The light will cast,

The frigid of Winter,

He will see the hopes and wonders,

The hearth of the fireplace,

Crackling flames burning the ashes,

Stories told inside the colors of orange

Yellow

And red.

The dancing of the fire,

Dancing in his eyes,

With the smell of wood,

Mesquite to be precise,

Twirled up his nose,

It's here to apologize.

Flames,

Fire,

His flaming desire.

What he could do,

To get rid of the devil

Dancing on his shoulder,

He did not know.

The vermillion eye,

The wandering smile,

The lying bride down the aisle.

The groom ruining

Her cramped life style.

How little he knew of Winter,

Of the delicate gentle snow,

Against the harsh cries of a squall,

Or the screams of a crushing icefall.

How long he waited inside,

Inside the death of the frozen,

Shivering,

Covered in ice,

Little Devil seeking man,

Trying to enter his Paradise.

The warmth of the fire,

He tries to warm his hands.

His desperate attempt for survival,

To get away from the dark,

Just for a while.

He felt a hug from behind,

Hallelujah!

His plea for help was heard.

He turned to face his angel,

But only empty space was present.

"Hello?"

He asked.

He rushed to the door,

The door swung open upon his touch.

Light from the moon,

Now gazed upon this man,

With the Hell below Earth

Resting upon his shoulders.

His neighbors with their lights,

The Christmas lights on each house,

Sparkling stars against the walls

Of families stories plastered across their halls.

Beautiful,

Astounding.

Somehow,

Someway,

He was no longer

Alone.