I have died many times in the white wilderness.
A heartbreak, a numb hand, a fiery tear from the gentle flames of a bonfire.
Death is preparing us, every day with its shadowy hiss.
If we're quite enough, we can be comforted by the gatekeeper.
But if we thrash & slither, the mountains will swallow you.
Death in White Winter, up in the clouds, in the mountains. What a way to go!
Jan 27, 2022
Jan 27, 2022 at 4:34 AM UTC
I have died many times in the white wilderness.
A heartbreak, a numb hand, a fiery tear from the gentle flames of a bonfire.
Death is preparing us, every day with its shadowy hiss.
If we're quite enough, we can be comforted by the gatekeeper.
But if we thrash & slither, the mountains will swallow you.
Death in White Winter, up in the clouds, in the mountains. What a way to go!
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