still waters rage cold
ice bears no malice this night
fire warms tired hearts
stars wheel across night
moon glows brightly to reveal
waves crash silver dark
worn hands outstretched
waiting for gifts ungiven
quiet desperation
warm rain falls swiftly
the approaching torrent comes
washing away fear
leaves fall orange red
trees barren whistle in wind
grey skies lingering
If the crows shall feast
I won't be alone, two corpses
Will be in grave need
Raised by poets
Through the long summer
To wreak havoc now
Perish the thought
Of my demise, dream on
I will one day rise
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
still waters rage cold
ice bears no malice this night
fire warms tired hearts
stars wheel across night
moon glows brightly to reveal
waves crash silver dark
worn hands outstretched
waiting for gifts ungiven
quiet desperation
warm rain falls swiftly
the approaching torrent comes
washing away fear
leaves fall orange red
trees barren whistle in wind
grey skies lingering
If the crows shall feast
I won't be alone, two corpses
Will be in grave need
Raised by poets
Through the long summer
To wreak havoc now
Perish the thought
Of my demise, dream on
I will one day rise