Shyloh Poem by foxy babii

Ice frozen heartbeat
Blood ceasing to flow,
Her stone countenance
Feelings relenting to show.

Her heart falls to
The hostile ground,
Ice shatters like glass,
Pieces are never found.

Scarlet blood soaks the
Screaming earth,
Sucking out her days
Leaving all her worth.

In the black places
Dangerously alone,
Left unto wolves
Breaking the bone.

Cracking the neck
Opening the veins,
Tearing ligaments
Spreading her pains.

Tossing the carcass
Ripping to a shred,
Glistening Knives
Assuring her dead.

A soundless cry
A heart unheard,
Scattered pieces
Silencing a word.

Yet a fire is swelling,
To draw back her soul,
Attempting to welder,
Make her heart whole.

A light interferes,
Defeating the dragon,
Control taken back,
The battle won.

Dark wolves scatter
Their leader falls down,
Releasing her soul
From the hostile ground.

Blood regurgitated
Black from the deep,
Bones connect again
Out of their heap.

Her blood dries,
The heart replaced,
She shatters not, fiery,
A world to be faced.

Life in the snow
Warmth in the cold,
Steam in the frost
Freedom in the hold.

A shattered heart
Set ablaze,
Now with a world
She can amaze.

Joy in her spirit
A fire in her eyes,
Showing this world
No demise.

Strength in her soul
Light in her heart,
Beaming countenance
Will not depart.

Her character formed
From the dead,
From a heart
Poached an bled.

Thru the ice of time
Standing strong,
A fire that drives
Her far from wrong.

Fakeness crumbles,
Beauty she sustains,
Lying trembles,
Honesty she retains.

Perfect she is not,
But admirable by far,
Her demeanour inspiring
She is a unique star.

She has endured hell
More then most,
Living elated,
Forgetting a ghost.

Ghost of an ice dragon
Tearing apart,
The sweet tenderness
Of a girls heart.

Fighting ferociously back,
She has won,
The night wolves work
Is gone, is done.

Nevermore to tear
A pure heart in two,
Nevermore to freeze
Feelings true.

Redeemed by fire,
From the blackest night,
Her blood that speaks
Heard by the light.

The flame that restored her,
The heart of a child,
Delightful but delicate
Enticing but wild.

She stands today
Exquisite in attire,
Virtuous, sublime,
Captured by fire.

Her character
Unchanged as before,
Beauty the same
Strength only more.

She is an inspiration
Living with glee,
For at present, she
is abundantly free.

Luff alwaiz
By Foxii
To Shyloh
10/11/08