Under My Sofa

Frozen sentinals

Flames flood the flickering light of fearful eyes
Fiery feeling drowning any true faith in foretold lies
A flurry of anguish extinguishes flaws at the same time as fright
The difference is evident: fluttering hope verses consuming light

Sooty sockets are all that remains of the pleas
Ashes that make their far-flung way with the breeze
Fight or flight is the first option falsely given
Feeble thoughts give way to frantic flames no matter how driven

Flung to the air, they flee, leaving empty eyes burning
But those around see no difference between two flames, undiscerning
Belief is a fragile, feeble thing
Strike it one stroke and it forever takes wing

Fourth stanza, and the fallen stand tall
Their dead eyes burning with nothing at all
They don't feel false, they feel emptiness filling with freezing cold
As frost climbs their insides under the protection of the fire that roars bold

Fifth, and they're sculptures, worshipping scriptures of ice
But their holy texts come at an unholy price
Turning pages on a crumbling plinth with stiffening fingers as brittle as flint
Fragments of feeling colder than mint

As frost creeps over cracking lungs, climbing over the rib's arching rungs
They freeze completely with exception to the fires that in empty eyes still burn
At this point feelings fade to nothing even warmth to yearn
There is no longer any hope that faith in freedom will return

Finally, finally, they live their final night, frozen to hell with fiery frostbite
They shatter to flying fragments of frozen flesh, bloody red light
Flung high to the sky without their dead bodies to act as a weight
It was deemed as escape but it was far too late

They fall as snowflakes and are resurrected as men
To stand watch for the frozen army once again
Flames blazing their eyes to replace where faith used to reside
They appear alive, yet it's been eons since they died

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Fricative alliteration's fucking fantastic. Far less far-fetched than fooling around with 'E's.

So, this was all an excuse to write about the impending snowman army of doom. They're just waiting to close ranks, to smite us all.

Day 6, and still going strong-- or at least still going.

Thanks for all the support.

Alex xxx