Kylde's long black hair whipped against his face. The wind here was piercing. It swooped down off the mountain, cooling down and picking up specks of ice and then whisked passed him and dropped off the edge of the cliff he was standing on.
From here he could survey his entire kingdom. Well, not his, per se. His fathers.
But Ryandl's health was failing him, and soon, young Kylde would assume the throne.
Most would say that seventeen was too young to be a king. But what choice did he have? The Kingdom of Roanin needed a king, and he was the sole heir to the throne.
Kylde turned the large speckled grey and spurred his sides; the horse bounded into a powerful gallop, not missing a beat.
They picked their way through the rocky mountain side, the wind and snow beating against Kylde's reddened cheeks.
Before they would make their way down, however, they had to follow the crooked and swooping path as it darted back up to miss a drop-off.
The snow began to drive a little harder, and Kylde slowed the eager horses pace to a trot.
Up ahead something wavered in the whitening spread of land. Something crimson-red.
The path flattened out and Kylde asked the big grey to pick up a canter.
As the closed in on the red, he realized it was a shawl. And close behind was a girl, chasing it, but not quite capturing it, as every time she dove for it she ended up on her knees with the shawl twirling and flying away.
He slowed the horse and quickly hopped off. His stride was longer and his precision practiced, and he captured it easily.
"Thank you, kind sir. I owe you my gratitude, as I could not capture the blasted thing." She approached proud, not like most girls around him, and he realized she was older than he had first anticipated. Perhaps his age or a bit younger.
"Anything, for a young lady." He replied as he ran the shawl through his fingers. It didn't look like it would do much for a day like today; satin and lace. It looked expensive. "This doesn't look even half suitable for a day like today, My Lady. Let me lend you one from my saddle."
"It's alright, really." She protested, but she was shivering and her almost white blonde hair was flying wildly in the wind; her cheeks and nose pink with cold.
"It would be a travesty of my reputation to leave a woman in the cold driving snow with nothing but a shawl." He untied a thick fleece and wool blanket from behind the saddle and wrapped it around her thin shoulders.
Her delicate hands brushed against his, though he doubted she even noticed it.
"Let me give you a ride to your dwelling."
"Oh no I couldn't bother you like that, it's just a small trek up that-a-way." A finger appeared from behind the blanket and jabbed toward the top of the mountain, where Kylde could barely tell a little puff of smoke rising and dissipating from a whitened roof.
"Then it should be a quick ride."
She looked reluctant but allowed him to lift her practically weightless form onto the back of the saddle while he got on in front and moved the horse slowly up the mountain.
"You really don't have to slow down for me. I have been about horses my entire life, they don't scare me."
"Alright then." He replied and let the horse canter gently. They were at the modest cottage in a matter of minutes. It was nothing compared to the castle. Just one modest room that made up the entire home.
She led him inside the house and shook the snow off of the blanket, which she sat on a table beside the door.
She placed another log on the dwindling fire and then rubbed her hands together over the flames.
Her fingers looked so cold and a little swollen with slow blood, and something possessed him to take her hands. He moved each of her comparatively small fingers between his hands until he realized she was frozen, her eyes locked onto his face, maybe even a little stricken.
"Excuse me. I do not know what has come upon me." He jumped up from where they sat on the little stool and moved toward the door.
"Farewell. We may meet again in the future." He could feel his face redden with heat, despite the utter cold.
"Thank you again." She replied.
The wind outside hit him in full fury and he wondered what a girl of her stature and in her scarce and thin clothing would be doing in a storm like this.
As he rode toward the castle he thought of her long hair, reaching all the way down her back, the slow curl of it, the bit of leather weaved into a braid that ran along her temple and over her ear. Her pink lips and deep blue eyes, the color of a darkening stormy sky.
It was only when he arrived at the castle stable when he realized that he had forgotten the blanket, and a girl like her didn't seem the type to accept charity willingly. Maybe his statement would ring true; they may just meet again in the future.

Rain

I can't say I've made it through this year unscathed,
I sometimes wonder how I got from then to today,
But when I look back on this year,
I am just happy that I am still here,
It's been long,
It's been hard,
And through it, I've earned it all,
I've had experiences that I cannot explain,
And even through the sweat and the pain,
I can say that I have danced in the rain

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is forget,When you've had so much with one person,
Just to throw it all away?
It seems like me that I'll betray,
My heart is mine again, I've taken it back,
And even though it might crack,
I'm holding it tight,
I'm not giving it to anyone who doesn't deserve it this time.

Sometimes losing everything just means your life begins,It isn't as bad when you open your eyes, and your life is yours again,
You can see things from a new perspective,
Never worry about life being hectic,
Because when you've been knocked down and you've had nothing to say,
You know that you have yourself to rely on,
And that is worth it at the end of the day,

Sleep

Sleep evades; alas, it is late,
But night is the time that my thoughts plague,
I toss about, tangled in covers, my mind running with the time of the clock,
To find myself thinking, It is not a shock,
My heart is aching, desire of what cannot be,
The only time I allow it to run free,
Midnight sounds and still sleep still taunts me,
I want so badly to go that when I dream,
I want so badly to wake that I scream.
So here I lie, staring at the ceiling,
Lying awake, with this empty feeling.

Within the Heart Lies More

I write with poets pen,
I cannot be caged, I have fire within,
I cannot stand back, I tip toward the war,
I wage with the enemy, it burns to the core.

Heal

You have to bleed before you heal,
And stand after you kneel,
You cannot die before you live,
You have to take after you give.