Their winter was the clear-skied sun, shrinking to the point of celestial diamond fire. Winter was the iron-dark night, descended in silence, then unleash'd with voiceless sounds of midnight storms, unseen. And in the day encircl'd white, no distance judged, they saw the fields of ice that crested heavenwards and fell as the still wake of frozen seas. In starless night satin frost cover'd them, block'd all the light and shadow'd surface of ground beneath a mantle canopy, of iron bound in white light and Black Ice.
Getting a bit more gothic now, just the way I like it. Comments? Xx
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PoetryHere are some of my favourite poems. I like poetry because it's always meaningful subjects, written in a beautiful way. This book is inspired by someone immensely close to my heart...
