LORD WINTERHAWK

LORD WINTERHAWK

All of my beliefs were poured,
sparkling with my blood and tears,
into a silver chalice,
offered to you as a sacrifice,
an offering of hope
that you would allow me
to stay with you,
no matter what eternity
I was risking...
With a slow smile,
you poured it, steaming,
onto the cold, stone floor,
and with a swirl
of your cape, you were gone,
deep, icy laughter
ringing in the halls.

amethyst hawke