Sheet of Solitude

Symphonies of icy voices
Engage in intercourse
With the low bass tones
They are indulgence embodied

Grated cheeks
In the biting cold
All that is left
Are shreds of spirit

Moments encapsulated
In heady clouds
Of hypnosis
And illusions

Faraway, she swings
On her rope of steel
And clambers back
Into the castle, unbidden

He finds her
Bleeding from the hip
But not from the heart
Her smile is a silver stain

Something they whispered
Alone under the chorus of stars
The dance of darkness
And the sheet of solitude