There was a creek there, where they and the creature had had their water.
I found it humorous, until I realized that it was frozen.
But there was a frame of movement that danced in my peripheral,
A rush of spirit that corroded the agency of my mind.
A mysterious being of some ancient, indescribable kind,
Something that feels innate, yet something surreal.
I chose, then, to swim in that river, and the water seized my mind.
My body, and my soul, became coated by a rime,
So persistent, it begs upon itself a reconsideration,
But I chose not, then, to reconsider, I imagined it was not my decision to bear.
I had thought that the cold would make it hard to swim. It did.
A grand black shadow fell upon me, the movement was now still.
I could not find my way from that holding,
I wondered, then, about who would be and what things thought when they found me.
Would I have drowned, or had it been the temperature that had stifled my plea?
The grip detained me, and I thought I had found a hope in this endless reality,
But I realized, then, that there was no force compelling the living to this, my prospective eternity19Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡN8B0uA65Ci
