The nightmares that plagued the frozen statues
wrapped cold tendrils around the warmth breath
that escaped from parted lips.
embraced the world, hands outstretched
to welcome the galaxy into her soul.
Breathing is the rippling tides of time
she tightened her tendons and took
a trembling step.
The weakness penetrated through thawed bones
for the sight was chilling –
the lines of statues facing towards a
As she looked upon the desolate scene
the nightmare slipped inside
and started to spread
Soon she was nothing more
than another statue
lost in the everlasting army
of frozen souls.