Sep 18
Simple
Cold
...Spartan
Moments pass
impressions don’t
the Impression
of that Tree Wet and Dead
I so dread
I dread dark, cold and wet
Yet the Night’s solace stays unmatched
Cold
...Spartan
Moments pass
impressions don’t
the Impression
of that Tree Wet and Dead
I so dread
I dread dark, cold and wet
Yet the Night’s solace stays unmatched
A spartan poem befitting a sense of hopeless combat and death as one fights one's demons at Thermopylai.
