Tiny feet whimper along
Dodging needles and flakes
Raised, he had, this pure heart song
To chase away the shakes
Too too soon
Had the coven attacked
To the moon
Heard the bone cracked
The fur lay bare in the snow
When father reached the son
Tears are shared in moonlights glow
The war was not yet won
Small hearts strength
Had brought back to life
Her unknown
Stole into the night
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From Mind To Quill
PoetryA compilation of short poems written by Nathan E.L. Paynter. The content and meaning of each poem is inspired by many things including personal experiences, music, nature, and many others.
