Writing A Frozen Wind [PG]

[Talon]

[size=3][color=crimson][i][center][font=century gothic]Across the sepulcher a frozen wind blows.
An eddy of agony my heart intimately knows.
Standing alone, crimson rose clutched in my hand,
Garnet tears decorate this cold, barren land.

Naught but a whisper, no less than a breath,
Her beckoning call, as silent as death.
Sobs on the stone, echoing cries in the night.
Ruby drops frozen by harsh Winter's bite.

Her spectre calls with tempting allure,
Offering to me my madness' cure.
Longing for love, aching for her embrace,
I thread the last weave with Death's chilly lace.

Rose falling slowly, I alight to the ground,
Death's pale white horse making nary a sound.
Clutched in his arms, my tears red as the rose.
Across the sepulcher a frozen wind blows.[/i][/center][/font][/color][/size]