It's cold.
I stare into starless skies
Waiting for the first imminent snowflake to fall
An icy chill to warm me
Frozen
Like the tear in my eye
Refusing to fall
As I have fallen
Tormented souls from the past
Clamor beneath
Arms upraised
Ready to catch me in my final swansong
Victory in my demise

Beautiful Lady,
With faces three,
I cannot find you in the starless sky
You were there under the thunder moon
When I wasn't looking
I found you
Face of finest porcelain
Features neatly chiseled to perfection
The epitome of grace
Engraved in resplendent memory

Ah, my curly haired friend,
I never knew your name
I searched for you too
To no avail
Seeking comfort in your presence
Wisdom from your words
You stay distant and removed
I am alone

The first snowflake falls
Outstretched hand waiting
The tiniest sting of ice
And it melts into nothingness
Too synonymous of my life
I think I'll go inside and pretend it's warm