Ice

The colors churn
And go dark.
The air is cold
And lifeless.
He walks closer
Sending crystals of
Ice across the ground.
The darkness
Grabs and pulls.
Reaching,
Grasping at my throat
In tendrils of ice
And night.
A frozen chord holds
Me still.
Silence.
Stillness.
Then fire
Dripping
Across the marbled
Planes of my skin
Melting the ice
As I begin to
Fade.
A silky laugh
Ripples against my
Neck
Sending a shiver
Down my frozen
Spine.
To soon
The fire is gone,
And I am left in
Ice.