In Winter's Fathom


There she lies

The autumn has left, fallen she has

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 trees

And hooves of iron sets the roots to sleep


In one draw with his sword

He cuts the rain into snow crystals

And so he covers the world to sleep


Black is the mantle

Black is his hood

And a horse just as dark

Black, is the void in his heart


The white blanket puts the world to sleep

And miss autumn, shall not be left

So grey is not the sky


In the arms of winter

With the safe leap of his horse

She is back to her home

The End

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