She came screaming with a vengeance, Her white cloak of death trailing on the ground behind Her.
Brutal, cold and unrelenting She was. Her words icy shrills masked upon the violent and terrifyingly fierce winds of Her breath.
She encircled my house, surrounded it completely in Her winter madness. She beat on my door and I did not let her in. She rattled my windows and with the great force of Her breath, She shook my house like an apple tree expecting fruit to fall. And still I did not let Her in.She thrashed about in a wicked fury knocking over anything in Her path that was not tightly secured to the ground. Her shrieks and screams ever louder --threatening me She thought She would. And still, I did not let Her in.
From inside my humble house looking at Her outside my window, With boldness and strange curiousity I stared Her down. Eye to eye we were, that old hag and I.
Suddenly, without warning that old hag laughed and when She did, I trembled to the bone. But still, I did not let Her in.
Then that old hag transformed Herself into the Ice Queen and with a wave of Her hand cast a windy spell of sleepiness over my house and across the land.
Even as I slept, deep in my dreams I heard Her howl and I heard Her moan but still, I slept on and kept on dreaming.
I woke early this morning knowing She's out there. I hear Her still. She waits for me, daring me to step out into Her icy, frozen and dead world.
But here I will stay, deep within Psyche's Dream
Dreaming big dreams while that old hag howls, moans, shrieks and screams.
No, I will not let Her in.
Instead I will stay inside and dream. And dream the biggest of dreams...until spring.
True story.
©Copyright 2012 A.Argante
