Saturday, 19 January 2013

I Am Winter

Winter comes,

Cold and desolate as my heart.

I breathe 

And all is frozen before me:

The air turns to crystal stars.

The sun meekly bows to my presence;

Fades while darkness, slow as a seeping stain

Spreads across the once pale sky.

My footfalls

Turn the ground to glass.

Ice beads the trees as nature tries to weep,

Retreats before me with fleeing warmth.

Shivering at my passing,

Lamenting my arrival.

Within my soul there dwells no mercy.

For I am winter.

And I am Death.

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