Posted by AlOmega on December 11, 2001 at 17:12:39:
A couple of poems is all....
Dead-skies lit by hidden pale-star;
Glacial breath o’re tumbled spikes;
Sagging tendrils of death;
They’re waiting for you.
Sploches of flurries warmed by a witch.
Fluffs of gray-matter swirling on cold pin-lit nights.
Huge moon hanging from a cold, pin-lit gibbet.
Soon that’ll be for you.
Hel’s Kitchen of Norse-myth,
Darkness of many days.
White stalks the white night,
This, my friend, doth wait for you.
As Winter stalks,
As snows stay long,
As ice weighs down,
As night forever,
Keeps its vigil,
Stay warm, stay safe,
E’re this cold place will come for you.
Cold drips
On nose that nips
Held at bay by wood’s death
Wolf howls
On ears that bite
Warmed by wood’s death
Icy cold
From Winter’s breath
Stemmed by wood’s death
Night fear,
And one cold beer,
Safe you are by wood’s death.
Crack sound
Flames’ silent song,
Come from wood’s death.
We live
E’en Winter’s death
Saved by wood’s death.
So ‘tis,
That Man exists
‘Cause of wood’s death.
AlOmega