Icy Kiss Poem by Jak Hard

Icy Kiss



As the wind whistled solemnly like the last breath of a man,
Chilling his body from his feet to his hands,
A little stream flowing was rippling unseen,
Filling the woods with a mysterious steam.

Amongst the mist advanced a snake.
So sly and so evil, headed toward the lake.
The obnoxious man who seemed it’s kill,
Walked out of the water and stayed praying so still.
The snake who was vicious and violent and cunning hissed and
Sent the fishes running!
Hearing this disturbance, the man turned around and
Saw a snake lying dead on the ground.
“What has happened here? ” he silently asked,
“A snake lying dead on the frosty, green grass? ”

The man faced a tree, dying and aged,
And knew at that moment that it was time to escape.
He ran and ran through the forest’s floor,
Tripping on a root and hearing a loud roar.
He staggered up and sprinted away,
Not knowing that he would never reach day.

He slowed his momentum, thinking he had won but
That lurking creature would make sure that he wouldn’t see the sun.
The man came to a halt and courageously shouted,
“I am in pain and I cannot doubt it!
My bones are burning and my heart is rusty!
Come and take me death, oh, so lusty! ”

And the creature who was no human nor any of creation,
Took off his hood and became in formation.
His bony body glistened dangerously in the yellow moon and
The cloak on Death’s back told the man that it was his time too.
He prepared himself for the journey ahead and
He knelt down on the ground and noiselessly wept.
He should have known that he was to die some day but
Perhaps there could have been a nicer way.

So the man was kissed by Death, an icy, deadly kiss that
Killed the man instantly, a kiss with pain, not bliss.
So the man today lies dead in a grave but
A secret has been left that keeps all towns folk from that place
That roar, what was it on that cold, frosty night?
Was this the mother of all terror, evil and fright?
That secret remains and will without end for
To hear it we must die and give our soul to Death to lend.

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