Winter Comes Again

The snow melts away like it never belonged here, Although I kept caressing her like a child, She said she wanted to finish her vengeance, On the other side of the wild, Not long ago had she promised to never come back, To the island of rogation, Of imagination, Of isolation, Where they had destroyed every particle of the white, That was never a threat, but a promise of the knight, To protect the lands that stretched beyond the boundaries, From the rulers of the dead who walked free, From the signals of the civilized thieves, Who only stole from the poor and poverty, But, justice was waiting to perform, On the minds of the deceitful wise, With swords made of snow, And words that cut like ice, Making them wonder if winter had truly disappeared, Or was simply beginning to uncover her beautiful fear.