I love darkness.
We are born from it, we will die into it
The skeletal naked trees make me
Smile but wince in the frost
Comfort for the weary
The solitude of the flame binds
A deadly pyre to our ambrosial history
The fog conceals a world of regeneration
From seemingly eerie scenery
Through summer, I mist
Bask in the frozen misery
May cobwebs glisten and decorate my door
Beauty is black, this is beauty
Winter is Beautiful
Knuckles turn pale between
Perpetual dusk and dawn
Awake from feathers
To remain in the warm
I was born from it, I will die into it.
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auburn:
so gripping, i love this
metlar:
That's awesome dude! You gotta post more!!!!!!