-good Morning, Polar Night-

Byron's Sonnet -good morning, polar night Eventually I would be the one to break your heart, So I scream and shout without knowing what I was doing, And I wander the chilly night without knowing what I was losing. Tears that have blinded me for so long tore us apart. Without knowing where I was going or where to start, I hold my hands close and feel the cold bite at me, Wondering just when this pain will set me free. But as I look to the cold stars, this is where I depart. The cold snow falling, the wolves are howling, As I run through the night freely, my thoughts are in flight. The wind is blowing, there is no reason for doubting, With eyes wide open, to smile truthfully is my only plight. Here in this beautiful place, there is no pouting, So let’s retell this story, good morning, polar night. Hi, this is Frisk. I decided to try a brief summary of my poems. I was feeling rather confined when I had written this, and my only wish was to run out into the woods and loose myself in the pure white snow, listening to the silence