Winter's Daughter
Born of winter's icy womb
Into the forest's blizzard gloom
An heir to the throne below winter skies
Frozen eyes stare, her scepter's pride
Twilight's icicles ringing their bells,
An imaginative world, she lives to dwell
An Autumn's day in fallen leaves
In the abyss of golden bleed
Then opens her eyes, to see the despair,
The world she doesn't want to bear.
Copyright © Alyssa Finley | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment