How ominous does tomorrow look?
How daunting is this turn we took..
So great is the fall, so battered is this bridge
That takes us from comfort, to a snow-capped ridge
What of this journey that hurt so much?
This fort now wince at every touch
A bastion now a rickety old shack
On a path that's slowly fading to black
Help me I know not what to do..
My greatest dream is being subdued
And something's claiming victory deep within
A familiar sting by an old vermin
But we travail still, mangled and maimed
Flesh, blood and bone, this covenant claimed.
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A Familiar Cold
PoetryWhen the temperature drops and you want to just to curl into a ball and conserve heat; but you can't stay outside, you've got to find shelter and stay alive. March on.
