Fairytales and Roses, Part II

As I close my eyes,
I feel the chills of the winter
Whisper in my ears
And comb through my hair.
And in my mind,
I see a kingdom
That towers over me
And taints the beaming sun.
And in my heart,
I see a castle
That swells within its chambers
And leaves ashes to my veins.
Within my palms the ashes stick,
And it is with hope that these ashes
are glitter instead.
Until I peek
Through wet eyelashes
Stuck on the idea that this is life.
And yet,
I see nothing but a dream.