Blue Devils

She shivered in the cold

That frozen the fallen leaf

And cried

At the dead poor thing

Which quickly chipped

In her hand.

Her tears crystallized

As the sounds were

Heard

Never again.

And she realized

No relief

Would come

With the inevitable end.

Illusions.

All she could hold in her hands,

And gather in her arms

Kissing ghosts

Of burning dreams,

Delusions,

As they all seem.

She rocked

As time transfuse

Cold in her vain,

Dead,

Her blood became

And mind

Refuse

To let it go

As she does not know

How to lose.

Poor little thing has gone

Resting now in your arm

And you cry

I don’t know why

But, I guess, this means,

You are still alive inside

Despite the mortal genes.