The fire Abdomidon rides in the night air as we speak
In the night of the ever cold
The moon light chill burns my flesh to goose bumps standing on end, awaiting orders.
The hairs on my thin white flesh rise like stems of bamboo sticks of the color green, blowing in the midnight wind of the moon.
The blood rushes red to my skin to warm it with the underneath touch
I shiver and grasp the blue denim jeans of outside cold chill to warm my tightening joints.
The cold jeans warm nothing to my hands of frost, the old man of winter wished upon me.
My eyes blink as the cold sharp winds rage my face.
I bring my hands to shelter the tender flesh of my face. The cold digits of my hands protected nothing. The winds cut deep into my eyes. My green eyes, my blue green eyes.
Tears ball up, and struggle to maintain order within, protecting them from the pain and damage of the wind
I turn my back on this sharp skin ripping dull wind. Its cold air wisps up my back and under my soft wool and cotton. Riding the pale hair up my back, entertaining my spine.
My teeth chatter with desperation.
My knees tighten and wobble
My nose grows red
The cold of my toes grow to pain
The chill filled eyes scratch to look around
Searching for an end to the pain
The eyes turn sharp, and dart and dart
and the body withers and shivers
As a rumble is heard.