where em i?
perhaps a test from the gods? ofcourse
i do not have the odds. the water seems
firmly, but i still ponder strickly on thoughts
while my friend rots
The boat where i reside , travels far away high. and the currents do not follow orders.
for they are masters and hoarders.
The wind feels cold , and as he tarry's my skin , i slowly forget my kin. what has happ-
ened? i ask while i lay down and grasp.
for death is unjust and in the cold artic
ill freeze to dust
Alas , now the stars shine , but they will never be mine. Because the nights are Dark and the glaciers are strong and harsh.
For i travel to the north , where my soul
will be caress by the snow.
And i will never forget what i once were,
for my words will never be heard.
But neither will i regret , to sink beneath
the waves and rest , for i will be the son of
winte's nest.
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Winter's nest
PoetryA story of a girl that shipwrecked the artic ocean until her death. She wrote this tale in a narrative poem , as she loved to write and were the last accounts of her before her death. This poem was found on the cold shores of forwen. Hope you guys l...
