Hollow Ice Flute

HOLLOW ICE FLUTE

The angels sang when we with them,

Weaving our throats the sounds, the anthem.

The goddess who stood beside me sang

The melody that we merrily hang.

You used to smile while statues never,

Their sealed lips cracked and shut.

I felt the goddess’ presence near,

Your voice melting my frozen heart.

Not long after I chose to flee

The glee I could have with you,

I see your frown.

The goddess is down.

I hear silence now from your mouth,

In an empty sanctuary, full of filth.

From high you looked at me with longing eyes,

I could only stare back, at the statue carved from ice.

I ran from you, my frost and your fire will not dance.

I left you outside, I took the chance

And so, like me, the cold made your fire fly.

Oh my goddess get away and do not cry!

No come back, I need you.

by The Feather Pencil Chronicles