Skyfall Requiem

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 The frost still clings to the windowpane, A winter's kiss upon my name. But colder still, that icy stare, That burned me down beyond repair. Each shard of glass, a memory bright, Of incandescent, endless night. No lullaby, no gentle hand, Just burning embers in this land. I wake with screams, a strangled plea, A phantom fire consumes just me. No breath remains, no strength to rise, Just crimson tears in haunted eyes. This mortal coil I cannot withstand, Meet me in the skies, across this barren land. Skyfall Requiem, sweet and low, Release me from this burning show. Your portrait hangs, a frosted grace, A chilling smile upon your face. I trace the lines with trembling hand, A landscape scorched, a promised land That turned to ash, a cruel deceit, A whispered curse, a bitter treat. Remember Pushkin's mournful verse, A love betrayed, a silent hearse? Like Plath's *Bell Jar*, the air grows tight, Consumed by darkness, endless night. The flames they lick, they rise and soar, I'm back within, wanting more. No, no, no more the searing heat, Meet me in heaven, this is sweet. I can't run again, I am defeated, I shall be released here, retreating. I wake with screams, a strangled plea, A phantom fire consumes just me. No breath remains, no strength to rise, Just crimson tears in haunted eyes. This mortal coil I cannot withstand, Meet me in the skies, across this barren land. Skyfall Requiem, sweet and low, Release me from this burning show. The sky awaits, a silver door. No burning now, no wanting more. Meet me in the skies, I'll meet you there. No more night, no more despair. Just heaven's grace, a gentle rain, Washing away this endless pain. Skyfall Requiem… Skyfall Requiem…