Inevitability

INEVITABILITY

There is a place

I often go

Ti's a copse

Of pure white snow

Forever in twilight

Doth it glow

Any sound

It doth grasp

Until in silence

I do lapse

Each breath I take

Is bitter cold

And I stiffen

In its firm hold

The cold within

Is heavy and dark

The warmth is lost

There is no spark

This monochromatic

World I see

Is but a reflection

Of what is me

There is a comfort

That I do find

When within this refuge

I am defined

The promise of warmth

Doth at times approach

But upon close inspection

It doth reproach

No matter what

May come my way

I know in truth

At the end of the day

To that sanctuary

I will find my way

-Shiidon, October 2012