• london_sky 5w

    Cold•

    The hallway welcomed her once again this time with bitter temperature.
    A piano was being played behind worn down wooden doors.
    She looked through the now opened door, to see a grand piano you would find in fancy stores.
    Opening the door more she saw a woman with chained wings playing piano.
    Her voice matched the tone of a suprano.
    The words that left her mouth made the girl shiver.
    Her voice was as smooth as a golden river.
    The song ended and the angel wept.
    Turning the wings black while the darkness krept.
    No light could be seen around the woman only her tears could be seen.
    The tears fell on the piano making everything seem serene.
    Yet eveything was so cold.

    ©london_sky