Winter's Wrath

Can I tell you of a place? A place that brings me joy? Wander through the pine trees Follow me, don’t be coy See the foggy lights Fighting through the snow flakes Sparkling daintily, young Take the time it takes See the snow-capped trees The lamps that try to burn This place is empty of infinity But for time and space it yearns Can you hear that sound? The sound of dancing fireflies? Can you see them floating? Floating on the breeze The air is thick with cold Crisp, burning in your chest Breathe in deeply, feel the air Rushing in, then rest Can you find me in this place? You may search as long as you need But I’m warning you once My words, please take in heed Do not venture far from here Or leave the dirt trodden path I’m out of reach if you follow these rules But fail to do so; feel Winter’s wrath