Rmort
11-06-2010, 04:57 PM
Acquainted with the Snow
Ryan Mortenson
Easing around in search for a way
To harvest someone to be her beau.
Though at times her yearning turned a fiery grey,
She was one acquainted with the
snow.
The frigid snow burns her into a fool in love;
Mind left blinded by the flaring light-
Brought on whenever she thinks of
Her fanciful dark and
shiny knight.
She waits for him, night and day,
While her inner hour glass dwindles down,
And her lively smile sinks and decays
To a useless, unsettling
frown.
All that was left was a lonely, broken heart
When her long awaited beau finally came.
Fallen, dead. Her heart, pierced with a dart.
The power of love results in
careless shame.
As the chill of the snow haunted and stalked the broken girl,
Its true nature ultimately unfurled.
Ryan Mortenson
Easing around in search for a way
To harvest someone to be her beau.
Though at times her yearning turned a fiery grey,
She was one acquainted with the
snow.
The frigid snow burns her into a fool in love;
Mind left blinded by the flaring light-
Brought on whenever she thinks of
Her fanciful dark and
shiny knight.
She waits for him, night and day,
While her inner hour glass dwindles down,
And her lively smile sinks and decays
To a useless, unsettling
frown.
All that was left was a lonely, broken heart
When her long awaited beau finally came.
Fallen, dead. Her heart, pierced with a dart.
The power of love results in
careless shame.
As the chill of the snow haunted and stalked the broken girl,
Its true nature ultimately unfurled.