Frozen Chance

The sky was cruel, boasting its gray.
Yet a determined hope held to a single ray
so brilliant and it drew me in.
I watched the light dissolve the gray,
yet back to me it found its way
and burrowed beneath my frozen skin
fooled my soul to be taken in
and believe the night was day.

The rain was wiser, reluctant to fall.
Aware that I was no match at all.
But spare me it would not comply,
and drenched my spirit with its relentless wet cry.
I shivered with instinct that I would later recall
were tears yet unborn of this frosted lie.

Every moment a flurry of romance.
The stars asked my soul to dance
and with no regard for cirumstance
I stayed and took a chance.

The wind blew truth that would not relent,
each biting gust that came and went
became another whisper to resent.
Like enemies with nothing to lose,
the wind will wait while it makes you choose.
Despite that your fate has already been sold.
This is how truth retains its control,
because sooner or later we all flee from the cold.

A fire in the bitter cold
is a lesson learned from someone old.

The savage cold but laughed like a child.
Delightfully watching me struggle, it smiled
and escorted the moment as it arrived -
to decide which part of my soul will survive.
Though cold I was complete for the very first time
but I knew our destinites were not aligned.
The choice was no longer one I could withhold
So I turned away and sold my soul.

The choice endures for others to make,
and all who yet haven't will feel their heart break.
A frozen eternity is borrowed from fate,
whose gift is a moment before dreams evaporate.