Cold and Frozen
And I am here again in this place, awaiting the sound of silence and hoping for a bit of light.
I have feeling, but my sight is gone. I feel both freezing cold and deadly numb.
I once knew her hands upon my skin, warming me, now all I feel is the Ice. Shards of shrapnel pierce my very soul, and my heart beats still.
Water flows around my body, closing in all my thoughts. And what thoughts they are. I wished once for my fang to reach the moon, but I know now that the moon is much too far to reach. Instead I wished that I had drawn the blade at my side, rather than reach blindly for the moon's reflected light.
What was the moon anyway, but a mirror reflecting the sun in dull mockery. While very beautiful, it was only copying what was greater than itself. Now my thoughts turn, toward the vibrant little flower growing at my feet. The one who was equal to the ferocity of my fang.
She fought like I did. She was like me, but her weakness was the cloud that overshadowed her. Always she would strive to grow larger as to be able to stretch far enough for the sun's light to peek past the edge of the cloud and cast its light upon her. But the sun was too distracted by the cloud to thing of the flowers beneath it, so the blossom grew tough and dug its roots deep into the earth instead.
Her heart became tough and she turned away the little bees who thought to help her. Until they stopped coming at all. The flower was strong and stable, but the slightest wind would uncover her roots, and she would once more dig herself deeper. Until she was so close to the ground that the sun might never reach her.
The flower had offered me the nectar from her core, her very essence. Why had I not taken it? Because the moon seemed closer to me than ever before. Sadly, the flower had wilted and now my fang was dull. What a pair we made.
I let myself sink lower into the cold below me. I welcomed the numbness and headed deeper into the dark and the silence. I let myself become the ice.