In the depths of a forest overtaken by the jaws of season,
When the fawns and hawks have taken shelter,
Past boulders and frozen streams surrounded by trees,
Silhouetted in white
Frozen medallions continue to fall, manifesting,
Growing into large tombs of white upon the ground
Here lay a girl sprawled out on the earth,
Once lively eyes have contorted into something glassy and fragile,
Like that of a doll painted onto pale features,
Blue lips no longer sing hymns or allow the bloom of flowers,
But parted release one last frigid breath
To the forest she is nameless,
To the snow that buries her, heatless,
To the trees that shadow her presence, soulless
A frost-bitten wind wheezes past,
Blowing all traces of her to the background,
Winter reigns surpreme over her for now,
Though, when once more seasons change,
She will spring back to life,
Mother Nature will be reborn.
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The Color Black
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry, ranging from my older works to newer - all dark in nature and some even darker in intention. Some could even say it is akin to The Color Black. Authors note: Many of these poems are purely or largely based off of the...
