Wendigo

Beautiful roses come alive in the spring In forest of echoes nightingale will sing Rose smell is as divine as something one extol Their beauty is warm sets fire in your soul But winter will not be as easily forgot as flowers unveil The winter is time of difficulty but also of ballad and tale Beyond psychological doors open wide In the soul each has demons and wonders inside The wendigo is psychological beast That lives in America’s north and east It knows what in the mind of each person exists But it is not a destroyer but protector of psyche that a demon resists It knows winter has its place It is cold and snow covers lot of space But it is needed so that in spring Roses would grow and birds sing But nobody is grateful to wendigo when winter is past Yet it is his unstoppable visage that upon the world its shadow will cast His soul will one day be free To choose his own destiny