Winter...
A beautiful and glorious sight tis thee.
It bringeth the blanket of white that provides the cold and frostbite.
Beyond the Winters gaze is the one of snow.
She who knows her world is now,
Knowing the past revealed,
With the apple of Eden's Renewal.
She is like those of the Snow,
Who show favor in the cold.
They know the truth,
behind her mask of a muse.
The one of the snow is pale,
With bright eyes and hair.
Shes young in her age,
Like her brothers and sisters of this Age.
The one of the snow knows your pain,
Knows your path,
And will fight the wrath.
Winter comes from a silent slumber in the clouds,
Where the one of the snow,
Is now.
Beware the one of the snow,
For along the side.
She will summon a blizzard,
To blanket the skies....
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Winter...
A beautiful and glorious sight tis thee.
It bringeth the blanket of white that provides the cold and frostbite.
Beyond the Winters gaze is the one of snow.
She who knows her world is now,
Knowing the past revealed,
With the apple of Eden's Renewal.
She is like those of the Snow,
Who show favor in the cold.
They know the truth,
behind her mask of a muse.
The one of the snow is pale,
With bright eyes and hair.
Shes young in her age,
Like her brothers and sisters of this Age.
The one of the snow knows your pain,
Knows your path,
And will fight the wrath.
Winter comes from a silent slumber in the clouds,
Where the one of the snow,
Is now.
Beware the one of the snow,
For along the side.
She will summon a blizzard,
To blanket the skies....
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