Something Cold

Language of winter
Silence of tongues
Wolves on the hunt
In tangled packs
Breath freezing and
Dropping as Ice
On the snow

He reaches out To save the
Girl who had
Just fallen through
The ice as
She had turned
Away and walked
Further down the
Path and though
She had slapped
Him across the
Face and screamed
At him that
He should never
Talk to her
Again he crawled
On the fragile
Ice and reaching
In had attempted
To pull her
Free but had
Failed as the
Thin ice started
Cracking her cries
Became less. She
Was beautiful even
As her lips
Tinted blue and
She pulled away
From his still
Outstretched hand that
His heart froze
And left with
Her He would
Not deny he Used the last
of his strength In an attempt
To retreat from That deadly sheet
Something else slipped
Beneath the surface
That day and
Choking had wished
For death.