Frost

by Sable Sam
(India)

He walks without the lights
Icy needles burying deep in his toes

Softly so swiftly his soutane flows
Elated euphoria black and red codes

Flared lips parted in agony
His swain's blood a joy to withhold

Empty irises reflect emptiness
A cold expression so morose

Lashes split to free fall
Washed the emptiness ,the cripple crawls

A torn soutane at rest
A tormented soul to infest

Then falls for some eternities
Him whose soutane which once floats