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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Winter is coming

Its breath stings

The stars seem to shiver

With the cold that it brings

 

The wind rattles

Bare branches of my tree

The red of the fire

Doesn't warm me

 

Outside the window

The wind cries

And darkness creeps

Into my eyes

 

The rose is dead

Its petals brown

And again the storm howls

Like the wail of a hound

 

The forest sleeps

Silent in frost

All around me is dead

And I feel lost

 

No warm grass

No bare feet

The heady scent of flowers

Is just a memory

 

I wish to sleep

To pass time by

Someone wake me again

When there is warmth in the sky

 

When flowers bloom

And green trees smile

Until that time of living

Please let me sleep awhile.

Edited by Kikuyu Black Paws
  • 3 weeks later...
Posted

*brings Pered and Kiku sympathy cocoa. With tiny sympathy marshmallows.*

 

Even when you write about grim times/settings such as you write here, Kiku, your work is always a joy for me to read. The way you write is so very reminiscent of the oldest building blocks of fantasy stories that I read this one, and after guiltily *remembering* that winter and you get along this way, my next thoughts were of Hans Christian Andersen's 'The Snow Queen' quickly followed by Hades and Persephone- and that happens with one epic or another in every piece I read of yours.

 

Those times and places are happier, more hopeful ones for me, always have been, so reading your work always picks *me* up. Thank you.

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