The snow blurs like
an icy light
and darkness is so bright
against the pale moon's pike.
The wind blows through the night
in an untimely war
and the old woman's lore
of demons scare the children's eyes tight.
There's a howl
of the nearby wolves that prey
on innocents' blood. And on the trail's way
it is marked with a pungent foul.
The night is so long
compared to the quick beating of fears,
while the forest of tears
does not seem to be proven wrong.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
