Seasons In Shadows I
...a bitter time
WINTER OF MISERY
It clings to all...
Freezing our bones.
Chilling our passion...
Land's are lost in this winters Blizzard...
A cold season of bitter fruits.
A life that never had the chance to live...
Out like a meek candle flame in miseries Rain...
Winter's moon rages free and fat with
With its ghoulish hunger pleased...
A gluttonous sorrows need...
The souls of the immaculate...
Lord of Night rides the currents high!
Black of rot in womb
Sinister moon grins gleefully.
In a window of a crowed tomb
Somethings sits pondering
Whisper hateful things
Full of malice, eyes gleam
A murderous orb
glowing frost white...
Steels pale flesh sliver...
Taker of mercies pain...
Cold wind blows in a black rain.
Sings of hollow wars
Song of sorrow drift
A darkness here in our home.
It clings to our soul like crystals on a window pain.
In our final hour of desolation...
At the heart of midnights witching hour...
During this our bitter lonely season of winter
The hour has come.
All thoughts have turned sour!
Locked in this strange hell.
Time has come...
We have gone astray...
Winter has won!
The deeds are done!
Winter has come…
…in this season of misery.
Copyright © Poet Tellaferro | Year Posted 2021
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