The coldest wind ever felt
Blows cold and angry and hard
Through bleak silent trees,
Carrying dead gray ashes
On its frozen fingers.

The dark night envelopes the world,
Wrapping deadly, endless silence
Around harsh unforgiving fires
Burning under extinct cities,
Forgotten in the light of dusk.

Ghosts haunt echoing streets
Flitting through endless shadows,
Waiting for the dawn to break.
The Damned scream voicelessly,
Begging for the broken calm.

And through this Hellish night,
A cry shatters the terrifying quiet.
The biting wind suddenly lifeless,
The blistering fires burned low, waiting.
Waiting for the singing voice.

The singing, crying, screaming voice
That vanishes as suddenly as it came.
While a little girl hides in a corner,
Weeping into a blood-stained dress,
And begging for her missing dolly.

The cruel wind fingers the wicked fire,
Pointing at the little girl and laughing,
“Look at how she weeps!”
All the way pushing the evil fire
Toward a lost doll waiting to be found.

And the little girl's hope burn alive;
Lost only once, but never found,
As she squeezes tighter into her corner
And breathes her tiny last,
Soon to be devoured with her dolly.

May 10, 2008