Icy Dread

Another dark poem. Written a couple weeks ago. 

I felt the breathe and presence
Of something dark and dirty.
It sent a frozen chill
Up my heated body.

I shivered in the cold
That bit me in the back,
and whispered in the darkness,
"Please, give me one last chance."

I there than became aware,
Rime fingers on my shoulder.
I tried to move away
They grasped me much harder.

The warmth in my body
It slowly diminished.
As I stood there by myself
Ice forming on my body.

I endured the ice crawling,
Descending my arms and legs,
Taking lastly my heart.
That's when it stopped beating.

When the ice ceased crawling
It's sweet, eerie, voice said
"Ice is a pleasant color
To look at upon your head. "

No longer could I answer,
Nor could I cry-out in pain.
I stood there dead, with dread
Frozen upon my face.

By Evelyn Creon