Vindensång - Fading Light

I am left alone- floating in complete and utter silence
Ravished repeatedly by the domineering cold that surrounds me
A ballet of diminishing senses synchronized to fading light
The icy wind now serves as my only source of consolation
As dull colors dance together on the canvas of the winter sky
Draining slowly out of sight and into the heavens before me
Into a recess of sluggish thoughts that have collected
Forming a shallow pool adorned in the deepest of blues
Shaking, like a rabid beast with white foam billowing
Shaking, with such intensity to dislodge repressed memories
Nearly knocking the Earth from the shoulders of Atlas
Snow falls against my face to the beat of a silent metronome
Collecting upon features that are no longer of importance
Breathing begins to slow, matching the rate of a funeral dirge
Straining to remember what it felt like to feel- I can't
Complete and utter darkness falls upon me like a heavy blanket
But to my dismay, this blanket hides no warmth beneath its folds
Slowly, castles of snow and ice are constructed across my chest
Winter has laigh her savage claim to the corners of my body
Saturnine monuments built in honor of my dissolution
Every single pulse is weakening, while thoughts are carelessly fleeing
The hands of my father's pocket watch have frozen in place
If only he could see it- now that it will never again leave my hand
Snowflakes fall, causing vibrations in the air as they land
Ringing out, mournfully, into the last melody I will ever hear
Shortly before slipping away into sleep- wearing a cloak of white
And I find myself expending my remaining energy in thought
Fading in and out of consciousness upon my crystalline bed
Carrying the soft melody of snowflakes in my head