I feel cold.
An icy grip on my throat,
the dark embrace of shadow and peril;
a burning.
The very core of my soul is set aflame;
the arms of Empathy drown in fire
and Anger soon perishes as well.
None are spared.
One final breath and then nothing.
All have gone, nothing is left
save a cold shell that still whispers upon the wind's shriek.
Astral-bound invocations to those beyond the Realm;
Silence comes to claim another bound by Darkness.
My arms drown in fire =( OUCHIES. *giggle* Simply amazing. Glad to see I got my poet back. :*