Winter Pastel

The tenebrous invading winter

Howls from its abyssal trumpets.

All mortals wither and pass

In trembling shadows,

Away from sun’s decaying light.

The snow abrades in dark tunes the ears

When steps fell as lead upon the road;

Frozen skin feels like cleaved from stiffs

And twistedly shifted upon the chilling whip

Of wind’s ravaging specter.

The sky is dyed in darkness

As ravens scavenge for chaotic life,

To guide with their filoplumes turned quills

Upon the uncharted paths of torment;

Silence resurrects in Death’s reign!

The bells of the unholy church

Rang in matrimonial despair –

It is my prophesied time to die

Or

Upon the altar to be sacrificed?