Ballads

Beneath a mountain of tedium

In a dull ugly system

In an empty ocean of shadows

Is a silhouette of pure fire heat

Drifting in the dark

All I wanted was the wind

The wind murmured with anticipation

The grass turned to icy grey

A fine mist fell

And with the mist came my sorrow

Cooling my body

With her thousand kisses

Leaving me there

I am surrounded by ice crystals

floating down through silence

into soft glowing snow.

The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.

As the sun sleeps,

how many hearts are dreaming,

when the world stands still.

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