A tender whisper on a cold night,
A warm embrace in the chilling snow,
A mother’s protection from fear and fright,
A frozen death the child will never know.
Cold eyes fueled with hot, fiery passion,
A cool touch placed with the utmost gentleness,
Sudden death is when the scythe strikes fastest,
Then places upon the dead’s lips a gentle kiss.
A calm soul in the midst of chaos,
A still mind among the neurotic atmosphere,
A dispassionate outlook as if summoned through séance,
An understanding that all human action acted out of fear.
Floating peacefully in the raging tides,
Drowning softly in the deepest river,
Leaving life and severing all ties,
Letting the cold embrace you without so much as a shiver.