Heroine of Heroin

I sit and sigh in silence,

As I watch the passers by,

I sit and spark my pipe,

Ready to tend the sky.

***

In the clouds,

I am high,

To the crowds,

My goodbye,

To an island,

I will fly,

A place of my design.

***

In the storm I am the eye,

Without motion but form I glide,

In substance I find my stride,

Only bliss,

As pain has died.

***

But still fogs slowly slither,

Through the silent streets,

Septic smog slides through stagnant puddles,

And arrives at my feet,

Flicking its forked tongue,

Licking my limbs with deciet,

Shrouded in shadow it waits,

As the light flickers and dims,

Searching,

Seeking,

***

But back on my horse I ride,

My shield back at my side,

In my armour I confide,

All strings unconfined,

Yet still firmly tied,

***

Through valleys vast and wide,

I wear my honor and pride,

With a cowl intertwined,

With distant failure and lies,

But even as a knight,

At the far back of my mind,

I hear an echoed cry.

***

A gale of icy wind,

Hissed throughout the night,

Bringing a venomous frost ,

Which glazed the ground with fright,

And under the roofs im lost,

Fangs crystallize in ice,

Waiting,

Watching.

1 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8jsaox/squishy_tiny_little_human_hands/dz2bns0/?context=3

2 https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/8jt8zv/though_this_be_madness/dz2bik9/?context=3