We live to survive,

To glow in power,

But that power fades,

And we fall apart,

Death, pain,

Those are my life,

It is what I am,

Evil knows no good,

The tortured soul is within,

All living,

Crawl to be something,

But nothing is there,

In my heart,

Pain, despair seeps in,

Takes over my soul,

Lives within me until death,

The tortured soul is mine,

It’s always there,

Waiting to torment me,

And I want it,

 My little tortured soul.

(Very Buffy inspired poem.)

In the cold night I wander,

out into the mountain and frosty air,

then there is a howling,

a strange but majestic sound,

I walk along a frosted path,

the trees around me all seem scared of something,

they are shaking in the wind,

and then I see the eyes,

The eyes are piercing in the dark,

they are golden, and frightening,

but there is some sort of comfort,

in these big round eyes,

They come closer, I turn to run,

but my feet won’t move,

I hear the howling again,

and begin to shake,

I turn around slowly,

and now he’s visible,

the snow white fur blended in with the scenery,

but it is also very distinguishable,

The wolf began to move from side to side,

walking slowly and mysteriously,

but then it started to run,

and it seemed to jump through me,

I know possess a wolf’s soul,

how or why are still the questions I ask,

but I feel more powerful,

more beautiful with the wolf inside me.

As it gently falls,

the snow creates a surrounding,

one of beauty and purity,

and it makes everything all right,
 

It is silent outside,

when the snow falls,

it looks so beautiful,

and the sun shines brighter,
 

The light shines through the window,

as the glimmer comes off the snow,

it’s like a blanket,

that covers the world,
 

This will prevent the evil,

from getting into the little places,

the little places that darkness likes,

that the quiet likes,
 

In winter, it all seems,

to stand still,

to freeze, like the air,

like the hearts of everyone,
 

It quietly falls,

like the sun setting,

or the moon rising,

and then falls again,
 

The snow is so quiet,

as quiet as the night,

breath does not even appear,

the snow gently falls, quietly.

Sorrow,

Be my window,

Be my light,

I scream with all of my might,

Pain,

I cry in shame,

Waiting for you,

Is the hardest thing to do,

Time,

Make my blood shine,

Like fire spreading,

Broken wings flying,

Once again,

It is the end,

Of all things, you and me,

When will anyone see?

 

Tear,

It rests there,

Only on your cheek,

As you wave to me.

My Solitude,

Where have you gone?

You used to be,

Where my heart is,

Hey solitude,

Why don’t you,

Visit me for awhile,

Because I’m lonely,

Why do I feel this why?

I shake and tremble,

Because I am alone,

In this crowded place,

Fear and sadness,

Are my only friends,

Because they are,

My solitude,

Please give me solitude,

I need it,

Because I am lonely.

Snow falls gently on the ground,

as the sun shines through the clouds,

the small white flecks,

become brighter and brighter,

The snow covers the earth,

like a blanket of softness,

and everything is silent,

as the snow falls gently again,

The clouds are gray and cover the sun,

but it is a crisp day outside,

it is not too cold,

but one’s breath can still be seen,

Snow falls gently to the ground,

where does it come from?

no one really knows,

it is a beautiful thing,

The snowflakes carry on the wind,

as it grows colder,

but they are still falling gently,

making the air silent.

Snow falls gently on the ground,

as the sun shines through the clouds,

the small white flecks,

become brighter and brighter,

The snow covers the earth,

like a blanket of softness,

and everything is silent,

as the snow falls gently again,

The clouds are gray and cover the sun,

but it is a crisp day outside,

it is not too cold,

but one’s breath can still be seen,

Snow falls gently to the ground,

where does it come from?

no one really knows,

it is a beautiful thing,

The snowflakes carry on the wind,

as it grows colder,

but they are still falling gently,

making the air silent.

The dust falls down,

It fades into the midnight,

And drifts on the wind,

As you turn your back, it breezes by,

It sheds your tears,

Takes the place of all waking dreams,

The storm is coming nearer,

It seeps, pours, drains,

The storm rages around me,

It swirls and scratches my skin,

It tears the blood from the inside,

And then tears up my soul,

Sometimes the weather is dusty,

It comes and goes whenever,

And it hurts to see it go,

Because it always comes back,

I know it hurts in my heart,

The pain is too much,

I try to find some way to soothe,

My aching soul and body,

The sandy weather is all I have,

You disappear into the fading sun,

It seeps down into the horizon,

And I am left all alone in the desert,

Loneliness overpowers,

It takes control and breaks me,

Please take this dust away,

Take it back to the land it once knew,

It leaves me still, leaves me broken,

But somehow I am relieved,

Because you are near, you are the storm,

It calms the world, that calm that I love,

Somewhere I know you are watching,

Deep within my soul and heart,

It stretches out into the deep sky,

And never leaves again… this sandy weather.

The silence tolls once again,

a hollow feeling is brought upon,

by this anxious air,

it seeps into the veins,

The silence tolls,

it stops all things,

even the living,

it stops all life,

The air is still,

it feels dampening, tension runs through,

it seems there is no escape,

but then a slight wind changes everything,

The wind carries the silence,

the creeping voice of fear,

yes, that one voice,

the tolling of nothingness,

A single sound can be heard,

on top of a mountain, a hill,

it is a haunting sound,

and then a bell tolls,

But the sound is silence,

can you hear it?

there is nothing in the air,

but it is the tolling of silence.

It awakens for one time only,

For one purpose,

To take the soul of the dying,

To end a person’s life,

The dark haunts this soul,

It tears it down,

Making it easy for it,

It who seeks darkness,

The only place it can dwell,

Is in a soul of the damned,

The souls that can not be saved,

From anything,

It is the thing that people fear the most,

They loathe it and curse its name,

saying it is evil, and dark,

They are mostly right,

The sound of the blade when it strikes,

Rings out in the night,

The blade of death that takes a soul,

Takes it down into the dark,

The reaper,

That is what they call it,

It haunts the dreams of the living,

And shows them no mercy.