In Winter's Fathom
There she lies
The autumn has left, fallen
Cold are the leaves now covering her body
Frost opens the gate
And out storms winds of winter
He sheads icicles where he draws his sword
He silences the river with one draw
Of frozen glass is his sword
The breath of his horse solidifies the fingers of tree
And hooves of iron sets the roots to sleep
In one draw with his sword
He cuts the rain to snow crystals
And so he covers the world to sleep
Black is the mantle
Black is his hood
A horse black as the flame
Black, is the void in his heart
Winter comes, and puts the world to peace
And miss autumn, shall not be left
So grey is the sky
In the arms of Winter,
With the safe leap of his horse
She is back to her home
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In Winter's Fathom, which
was posted on Oct 28, 2010 by
Skatmat.
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