Cold Storm

Water vapor rises around me
Tendrils like fingers in my hair
Coiled around my head
A crown in a winter court

Snow falling gently
Creates a soft blanket
A place to rest my head
And calm a fiery soul

A burning castle out of control
Our kingdom entranced by fools
And at the end of the day
A cold storm burned

An emerging fiend, slowly
As if from delusions
Breaks and swells in the tide
Of visions and fears and lies

A narrow trail forms
Through the dense copse
How strange could it be
To fly away and dream again

The dead of night rings in my ears
Quiet screaming and wary eyes
Watching and moving, writhing
My silence as gentle as a knife

A burning castle out of control
Our kingdom entranced by fools
And at the end of the day
A cold storm burned

Rainfall hard, then gentle
I see their figures in the mist
A shadow in bands of light
And then their eyes close