A Cold and Sullen Breeze
©2015, Olan L. Smith
A cold and sullen breeze will chill a heart,
Achlys, her mist upon our shied, apart
Dejected souls are thrashed by avid fate.
Who knocks upon the door of hope so late?
We are miserable souls unable to depart
Our tears have blocked our passage from the start
Foretold, written in stone upon the gate,
A cold and sullen Breeze.
Escape! To dry our tears, erase our chart
And clear the mist from farthest hinder part
Do not return to make Achlys our mate
The Goddess core is misery and hate,
And here we stand upon a harden heart―
A cold and sullen breeze.
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Poesía"Write Upon My Stone" has turned into a collection of my poems about death, and other of my poems with dark themes. I will be adding to this collection with both new and older poems with those themes. Love, peace, and freedom. Olan L. Smith (aka...
