Winter shines upon those with less fear,
Less fear to listen to what might One overhear,
Overhear the whispers in the marshes
In the lake,
Ferries whistle by; people never cry;
Put your slippers on and march on water,
Skid; swerve and delve
Into the murderous silence of the ice.
Cold is the hour, hope the illusion;
Mighty swords, Knightly hoards,
All but “a dream with in a dream”.
Flakes touch thy soul and sole,
Yet never dare to catch the Heart
Frozen by a million lies;
Cursed by a minion sighs;
Floated among lost selves,
Hades lost for words among the cold.
What is desire never fulfilled,
But a distraction, to be thrilled;
Close those drapes upon thy lamps,
Hale in all never seen,
World can wait; Time can slow;
Names get lost in the hallow
Vale, this cold darkness.
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