Lost On A Wintry Night

The molten blackness, laid on my shoulders, caves before me like a tunnel

My weary steps shall find no rest 'til they have found their mark

And grey shadows do bend and twist upon the dreary walls

The hedges, twisting mazes, rear above me in the dark

And no sigh escapes my lips, for the chill air doth rasp my lungs

And thin cloak veils my beating heart stale from my heaving chest

And eyes so tired, fading in their light and curiosity

My frosty cheeks and weary soul shall not soon find their rest

For empty hands clutched tight in fists losing their determination

Oh! Can't I see the buttery light of a homestead far or near?

For many paces still must come before my tireless journey is at end

And hope has lit the way paved by my hunger and my fear

For keeps me running still is the thought of the warmth and light

And hours ago! It must have been, I saw another face

And fear doth keep my muscles afire while I'm condemned to wander

And still many miles I must travel, and I feel them pace by pace

A see upon the darkness blustery snowflakes make their fall 

Upon the heaving darkness that for hours veiled the day

Oh! White and glistening, they find harbor on my cheeks

And in my hair, their gentle kiss felt not in icy spray 

And soon, fast-falling now, they touch upon the winding road

And air, so cold and with such bite, tastes bitter on my tongue

The way doth fill with those dancing, icy fairies of the night

My feet still find their way, for they are weary but they're young

And curses doth spew from my mouth despite the blustery beauty 

For my way is shielded from my view and the night is gelid

Oh! My fingers doth numb and freeze and from my head to toes

And all thoughts of my fear and sorrow suddenly are rid 

But oh! The beauty steals my breath which burns inside my lungs

My mind is numbed and fuzzy at the wondrous view in sight

My weary limbs abandon hope and weigh down my gloomy steps

And sleep now, I think, to shield me from the cold and from the night

And oh! can you not feel the warmest blanket of the snow

Thoughtfully laid right down for me to feel it's warm embrace

The night is crystalline, and perfect with her delicate sighs

The earth rocks me from my cold wake into slumber for all days

And peace as I have never known now stills my aching soul

And darkness drags me into warmth from the unyielding cold

Reviews

[icelandicblue]

I felt transported in time through your blizzard of words. Centuries peeled away and I found myself yearning for the heat of the hearth and an extra blanket. Well done.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you very much for your kind words, I'm glad you enjoyed this piece.

[Falling Stars]

Wow! I loved the language used in your poem, really descriptive and beautiful. I could almost see the snowflakes, taste the bitter air. Alone, lost at night, I can imagine the madness of the bending hedges and shadowy paths.
One thing I have to point out, though; in line 3 stanza 7 you use the word "doth" incorrectly. It should be used for third person singular, not plural. Otherwise a great sensory poem. Haunting and "chilling" winter tale. Great piece of writing.

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you very much for your kind words. I am glad you enjoyed my poem. I realize that I incorrectly used doth in the 7th stanza; a mistake which I only realized after this poem's publication. I apologize for this error on my part and I thank you for your kind comments.