A.N. I wrote this when I was full of emotions and so I wrote what I felt in a way that is hopefully easy to understand.
A drop pierces the cold flakes
Shiver as the beast awakes
Rises from a crystal lake
A rumble as the ground quakes.
Icy fingers make tall spires
Falling and jumping like fires
The beasts head slowly rises
Eyes lost in older empires
Gaping maw holds yellow teeth
Shards of ice-fire lie beneath
Curled lips reveal the boney wreath
Challenging the snowy heath
Jagged spears protrude the spine
Each scar, a battle defined
Another mark from sets of canines
The cold eyes lose their shine.
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Poems of Passing Fancy
PoetryPoems written by me as my life goes on. Feel free to request a poem about something if you want :)
