The lady in white

A cold winter night
Snow falling, and the winds howling
Fierce against the window
He sat on the window sill
No longer worried about the cold
The winds crashed against his skin
And made him feel alive

An empty soul, in an empty house
The memories of the past fading.

He then saw her silhouette
A lady in white
She smiled at him
He took her hand in his
Took a whiff of her perfume
That smelled of warm winters
And faraway places.

They began to dance
Slowly twirling to the rhythm of his heart beat
She gave him her warmth
He accepted it with avarice
She promised him of better places
He knew she'd keep it well.

That night he didn't feel cold
Her warmth enveloped his mind
He flew across the skies with her
Danced with her amidst the clouds

And then for the last time,
He kissed the lady in white
Saw stardust as he closed his eyes
And bade her goodnight.

P.S.: Here, 'the lady in white' is a metaphor for A-class drugs.