Stuck in the meadows of fire and ice
Little did I know which way to survive
Feeling a gush of air through my hair arise
Still standing hushed, to my surprise….

Falling apart in the labyrinth of my own thoughts
Gazing at the sky with stars distraught
Through the moonlight hurls a stark shadow
Standing tall with all its might.

Perplexed with its surroundings
It swallows the ghastly night
Still standing, growing deep
With every hour it goes quiet….

Far it stands
For its silhouette defines it
Something unknown beckons me
Dragging me out of that burning cold meadow
Twirling my thoughts fixing my gaze
And the shadow turned towards me,
Pierced my heart because it had my face.

 

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