The Fall

Recedes the end,
where the tarnished cold loosens its grasp
as azure mist thins
before fading into the unburdened air

a faint note shudders afar

and beneath,
a scorched garden lies
with seared flowers illuminating my final night,
sprouting verdant plains
and a flame that breathes life,
atop a lifetime of ashen frost.

Warmth dances on my skin
like a snowflake sparkling severing winter’s end,
bathing in spring’s gaze to a melody fully bloomed

and my world now knows its coloured dawn —
the weight to my shallow breath an exhale adorned like air— polished pure.

The trembles stagnate,
the sky shapes
and my heart shudders
like a harp’s farewell to a timeworn melody.

Stained strings curl seamlessly,
shimmering like a gilded flare
before snapping cold

and the choir pauses. The snow cascades.
Hollow flowers wilt, the weight falls
This flame shrivels. Now blown.

Blood pools into vacant chasms,
the tightness washes
and below,
my mountain

falls.

Crystalline waters plunge
, the world drops
and the murky scarlet pursues.

Why.

Ashes bleed iridescent rays
that reflect a stained memoir,
where once hope sparked,
before dying out.

The chill stirs in dusk,
drowning me, screaming,
yet a faded silence rests

These foreign colours—
an otherworldly grey
glide across its trembling skin,
softly tighten its paled neck, and
strangle it— my note.

Why? Why? Why

The nether unfolds,
the nightmare wakes untarnished
and the illusory clouds dissolve,

witnessing a mountain fall—
as the same void reigns below,
devouring the horizon of a silent world that never knew sun.