Winter's Melancholy Poem by Marqese Dabbs

This winter feels like melancholy
A cold funeral, midst drowning sorrow
But there is no one here but you and I
Shall this last, laced by Misery worn like a veil
A soulless nature exhausted by the tragic lonesome
A spectacle of Nocternia in the snow bleak
The sound of soft whispers upon dead trees
Speaking of us having no one, sleeping in the cold ache
In need of comfort are eyes told, are we the ugliest kind
Fading voices sing of love, no sign of overstretched feigns
She weeps in my arms, a heart that no longer maintained
Laying with me undressed she was, un-cowl black and gray
A naked warmth bringing a reconstruction
Decay dripped from the pale white
As I was swayed in a haze
Is this admiration wending like a mist
Prized in sight this shackled submission of her design
Am I allowed to smother love
Worshipped in each other's evanescent
This strange arrangement of charm
Reflected on the soft white and the moans of the one
Is this Minerva's baited fate
Beating hearts reich that was highly strung
The feeling of her felt like vice and virtue
I've felt her scars, are they still embitted
Flares of passion, can they lick off wounds once sored
Cascade the hollow forms that been staind
Etched to contorted past was
Let me caress her texture
Fer we tasted each others ashened oaken walls
So who else will be the geist to warm the frozen form
Winter Melancholy