A Spiraling Heart (short poem)

Yonder skies

Though death may break,

Lead us through

Your wondrous wake

 

With eyes of ice

And limbs of fire,

Light or dark-

And unknown transpire.

 

Black as the holes

That lead the valley,

Your heart's as dark

And doth not dally.

Author's Note

This is a short poem, it's not incomplete exactly, I'm just not sure if I should add onto it. What do you think?