Descent of ice
Where we reside
The light burns bright.
Nerves are tense
Time, no pleasure.
Painfully slowly
It brews and swirls
Scorching any who dares
It snarls and slashes
And after a fortnight
You'd think it eases
But it never ceases;
Our silence is fuel,
To the relentless fire
Now, hot and writhing.
But there will come a time,
A time when it'll turn cold.
As the fire dies, you'll know.
Summer has retired.
Yet those who know,
Make no attempt to rejoice
On Winter's arrival.
For the terrifying loss,
Of the youthful Spring,
And the aged Autumn,
Is fearfully remembered.
You'd think of it each day
How beautiful the snow is.
But beware, innocent one.
A pint of blood
For a starving beast
Can never satisfy
Its want or thirst
All you will do
Is all you can do.
Fear the descent of ice.
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Solitariness
RandomDiving into the glory of solitude, Seeking for the presence of another, Seems utterly nonsensical. Yet as you wade through the gloomy murk, Within you burns a light A steady beam of radiance: It provides, To carve a path for you to follow, Like a te...
