Melodies of frozen harp,
Igniting the morning sky,
when the Day comes, cold and sharp,
played by Wind across the plains,
harsh, Incisive, angry, biting
like the Northen wolves fighting,
desperate with Trembling hunger
snarls Echoing, blood on snow
Red on white - the winter woe.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Melodies of frozen harp,
Igniting the morning sky,
when the Day comes, cold and sharp,
played by Wind across the plains,
harsh, Incisive, angry, biting
like the Northen wolves fighting,
desperate with Trembling hunger
snarls Echoing, blood on snow
Red on white - the winter woe.
