Frostbite
By Keegan Eller
As the dark moon
Comes all too soon.
Shielding the sun
Winter has begun.
Her mind is ice,
Frozen in time.
Yet it does slice
Due to mistime.
The wind it blows
As if it knows
All her secrets.
Nights are sleepless.
The words spring from lips
And the snow it drips
From that which is guarded
Yet never half-hearted.
