Against the velvety winter skies

Smoky clouds do swirl and rise

Like a sea of souls, long demised.

Eclipsing the tender moon from her eyes – 

Her portal of hope, losing its light. 

Conspiring with the winds, they materialize 

Into the forgotten faces of the very lies

That buried her innocent dreams alive. 

The darkness deepens by several shades

Her silenced agony slowly awakes

As the clouds above take abominable shapes. 

Through designed medley of motions ghast

Excorcising the wisps of hope that could outlast

Eerie shadows upon her heart they cast

Until all life within her freezes, at last. 

-Iflah Laraib