Winter is calling
The summers freedom in chains,
Nature prepares its bounty
Hardships, frozen spirits for our pains.
We walk amongst giant shadows
The other world a realm of silence,
Cast from summers dying rays
Chilled hearts our penance.
The feathery wisps of cloud
That danced in the azure sky,
Banished by the heavy demon wings
Sentencing our shadows to die.
Lithe and lascivious forms no more
Covered and cowed in darkened veil,
No more casting giant shadows
We're heading for a winters tale.
The ice queen is holding court now
At her palace deep in the frozen north,
Sleep now giant shadows
The sun will return next year to summon you forth.
Phil Hall September 2013
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