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Winter's Wrath
Day-248 “Winter’s Wrath” From out of the north The cold winds blew Hell’s inferno turned blistery cold The Devil himself all Bundled in ice coated steel; His snarly, crackling laughter Piercing the barren air. His staff, a brazened fork, Pierced all who ventured out Searing holes in sockless shoes. His razor sharp eyes Turned pathways glazed To monstrous graves. Eternity could not be worse This inferno from the north. From out of the south The warm winds came. Across the Heavens, In a chariot of golden sun rays Pulled by a hundred whited steeds Apollo took aim. Over the plains they clashed; Spears and swords took many a soul White sheets covered the deadly fields. The north wind hissed. The south wind kissed. Apollo cried out “My blood runs hot Forsake me not.” From his scabbard a diamond blade flew Cutting the breath of that mighty South bound wind. He ripped the armor From the Devil’s redden skin And turned it to dust; then Took that angry man’s staff and threw It to the sea. With that the skies began to calm And the wind turned warm. Above the plains In the setting sun Selene stood proud. As she glazed the sea With an orangish glow A smile on her face For Apollo her man, Boreas he tamed. Lon 2/16/2021 #351
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