Bloody Whispers

Wandering through the cold night
With nothing but a whisper in my mind
The wind howling and the moon shining
A chill comes down my spine
I feel I am ready to die
Soon the wolves feast upon my flesh
And as my blood runs hot through the snow
I realize I am finally free
Free from this material world
And ready to become what I am supposed to be
A whisper in a cold winter night.

Reviews

[Lenah Mehzabin]

I enjoyed the soft whisper