Lost

It began,
Like the first touch of snow on her pale skin and a cool lie leaving her luscious lips. So much she dreamed, so much she wished but all was lost. All was lost.

She fell,
a fire of hate spitting out of every line, the bitter wind of winter shattered her reality and grasped her by the neck. She only felt cold within the hateful flames, she only felt the ashes of her lost hopes slip by her finger tips. She was lost.

There was a voice,
whisppering to her, pushing her closer and closer to the end. It knew everything, everyone. It said to run, keep running from all the evil and to never look back. Her arm frozen solid, rows and rows lined down, lined across. Reality was lost.

It screamed,
"Die! Die! Die!" oh she was buried deep in the white blanket, kicking and flailing. His voice, his hate, she just couldn't escape. She had to run from him, had to be free from his voice that held her. She ran her fingers along the rugged rope, standing tall she shut her eyes from the chilling cold.

All was lost,
all was broken. She hangs there in silence, the frost melting off her face and dreary winter storm lifted. He was gone, like the first snoke flake that landed upon her cheek. And I wake from the terrible dream, shaking and scared. "It's time..."