The dark grows near,
and with it brings a silence queer.
No midnight birds,
no great horned owl,
no big cats to stalk and prowl.
The snowfall quikens,
smothers all,
even trees, who stand so tall.
Upon dead leaves rests an icy frost
All is white now,
all is lost.
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Sooooooo... This is the first thing I've ever posted on any writing site... I hope it's decent. I know this is only one poem, I'm debating on whether or not to put multiple poems per chapter.
Aside from that, I'm planning on putting up an original story sometime soon -hopefully-. Anyways... sorry for the short chapter. Thank you for sparing this a glance
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Hot as Ice, Cold as Fire
PoetryAn ember of the coldest flame, dances through the burning plains. And though the ice shall never melt, the embers land, on glacial sand This is just a co...
