There Is A Tempest
There is a tempest in the the temple tonight
All of my values, morals, are shaking from fright
There is reason for all of my fear
When red in color, it turns, my water clear
There is blood from innocence and souls,
Caking my fingers, dried by the cold
In the darkest of winter my seed willingly spills
Sickening sweet, the cost, such a cheap thrill
It crystallizes screaming without making a sound
Upon white flakes of frozen ground
You shuddered when bloody caked fingers
Stopped to caress, silken breast, they linger
I briefly touch, with the back of my hand
Your perfect cheek, flowering this land
I turn to see a north by northwest star
It is my home, my place, and it is so far
Then into blackness where none living goes
Love walks with me until it's froze
poem by Midnights Voice
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