A rushing bitter wind, that does not cease, pushes
All throughout the barren forest, with no twig
Wavering in its path, as it surrounds an eerie collective,
Bunched by a haunted settlement, deep within the barrier’s keep,
Seen there, is time forgotten and slipped, into languish,
The moment is sheathed, of when it all was corrupted,
A nightmare, living out its terror, without any appease
To those, who bear the events, who’ve had their vibrance stripped
While they roam the gray, replaying what occurred,
A cemented finale, taunts the living, as the sorcerer revels,
Everlasting glee, surveying the misery and agonizing gloom
Of the forest folk, for this tale wrenches the hearts
Of all those who hear it, for that reason, no one dares, recite,
Even now, it aches to divulge its truth, to these open pages,
Of how the forest, became an eternal, winter graveyard,
It all emerged, from an unrequited desire, the villainy
That had crept up, invading sanity, pulling at its soundness,
Belonging, to a creature of longing, for their infatuation
With vivid eyes, that had pierced his stone temple,
Had become, his sole existence, all by which he was consumed,
Her smile, gave him lift, up out of his own misfortunes,
Her sweet perfume, eradicated his somber disposition,
Until, she shattered his euphoria, as he plummeted
Deep into a hollow dimension, within his own psyche,
Where a whirlwind, has trespassed, and brought affliction,
His Hyde side, was rapidly expanding, and replaced
His once calm demeanor, to become a turbulent venom,
Set to corrupt her happiness, bring it all down to a speck,
He found a curse, one so baneful, that it frightened demons
That lurked inside of him, to which sanity almost escaped,
Only those same depraved beasts, flinched and encouraged
The curse to breathe, giving spark, to the creation,
The next day, he skulked from the only alley untouched by light,
Followed her gleeful stride, past the town’s border
Into the equally spirited forest, awaiting her prince paramour,
Unaware, of a sneaking presence, surveying her beauty
That used to appease him, now stirs a volatile rage
That he used, to target, her daydreaming wonderment,
All while she roosted, upon the agreed meeting stone,
The cold pendulum, swung furiously, as she lingered
Under the complacent sun, hovering in the eternal echo,
The curse, had entangled her, oblivious to it’s clutch,
Locked, within her own time capsule, within an eclipse,
And the only way, to escape the curse, was for her heart to warm
In the embrace of her inamorato, for it was outside his reach,
As the ice barrage, gusted over the entire lush forest,
Unleashing the scourge, to devour light, without any prejudice,
Leaving the orchestrator of the curse, in the inmost of darkness.