vrykolia

The path stretched into beyond.
A beacon of hope.
The sun shone brightly
The rays a warmth
For such a long time unknown.

The ice began to melt,
Taking the numbing pain away.
Replacing it with feelings,
Foreign to this weary soul.

But as the smile began to form,
And changes started taking place.
A new wind blew,
Bringing with it a deafening roar.

The smile faded as the clouds rolled in.
The force of the wind bringing fear.
The ice began to creep again,
Enclosing the fragile soul.

Once again inside the darkness,
Frozen away from all the world.
Trapped inside a tomb of pain,
Never to see the sun again.

~Vrykolia