Twinkle

I had once been a man who held in all emotion
Kept it concealed inside my rib cage like some kind of wild beast
I had no sadness, no anger, no joy
Exempt of emotion was I
I was a cold, dead stone
Letting time erode me
But of course, after every winter comes a spring
Every man has his moment of triumph

A figure emerged from a warm soothing mist.
Delicate, agile creature of the heavens
Lay her hand upon my blushing cheek
Stomach swelling up with a hot gust
The tension in my face, in my mind, in my dwindled spirit had faded
Lips were risen, a smirk lay accross my face
In the dark void, lay a twinkle in my eye
Happiness

The figure upsconded herself
This delicate, agile creature took all that I had
Deceived, shaken, left head down, my weight held by quivering knees
I am left questioning
Should I feel such a warmth only for it to be stripped from me?
Left scorned, an ugly beast
A gargoyle, watching those content
Not understanding their motives to continue life with such pains in existence on this cursed earth
A twinkle lives in my voided eyes,
A tear

I am left, not cold, but merely the chill flowing through the wind
I am a stone golem
I am an unknown passerby, a drifter
Nay, I am the dirt passerby's walk upon
The twinkle dwells no longer in my eye
My eyes are gray, jaded clouds holding in an eruption of nonexistent feelings
I was born winter, I had my spring
Of course I should fall

-Prose