Gone in the snow.
Beauty and grace as your flakes fall.
White and lovely to the viewer’s eye.
Soft and cold to the touch of warm hands.
Grey and gloomy in the winter sky.
As the flakes come from the clouds,
Wondrous and magical to the viewer’s eye.
But the reality is far from the truth.
As they create chaos and confusion to the viewer.
Lover’s quarrel as the flakes hit the ground.
Setting in as the winds become colder and colder.
The flakes pick up in speed and might.
Letting the snow accumulate on the branches.
Wonder and lust is met with fear and confusion.
As the roads become slick and slippery.
One would not know what hits them
Until the flakes cause for too late a notice
As the crash finds the ditch.
And all goes silent.
The Clock Strikes Twelve
Ding.
Goes the seconds as they click on by.
Dong.
Strikes the clock as the time runs on.
Ding.
Moves the prong as the time gets closer.
Dong.
Closer and closer to the end of time.
Ding.
Breaths move quicker in and out of the body.
Dong.
Running faster and faster trying to escape.
Ding.
Adrenaline pumping as the breaths get shorter.
Dong.
Hearing footsteps following, getting closer and closer.
Ding.
Muscles ache as limits get reached and pushed.
Dong.
Vibrations of tired lungs throbbing through the chest.
Ding.
Footsteps closing in on its target’s range.
Dong.
All goes black as the last breath gives in.
The Sirens’ Call
Sirens call as ships pass by.
Men hear their call as they work.
Wonder and lust raise their spirits,
Hearing the sirens calling to them.
Not one man can resist the delicate song,
As she sings of love of wonder and joy.
Dreams are made instantly,
And the men’s desires raise.
The ships turn towards the enticing noise.
Men look to see if they may find the beautiful wrench.
They hypnotize and intrigue the men,
Playing with their minds and senses.
The ships keep following the siren’s call.
The men can almost feel the kisses from the women.
Their hands raise as if to hold onto her.
The men never want to let go
Until the ship crashes into the reefs
Committing the men’s ends from the high seas.