The pain of the world is far too much to bear
And for that we escape to the winter world
Where the path leads to wonder-fields, ice valleys and I stare
The beauty before us, purity of the world frozen cold

A sight that silences angels vocality
Gaia plays her infinite symphony
Over every windswept meadow
Casting light over every shadow

Give me an angels hand to hold
Once and for all as I leave this world

Can you feel it nearing?
The cold spell has been cast.
The energy of life and death
spread its wings.
A silken gossamer web woven.
And dances around, the music
of the wind.
And glancing down, the tranquilty
of the stars.
It waits.
Winter bares its teeth to all.
white and slimy and ready to bite.
Winter coils its frosty tail,
as it coils and sways and lashes about.
Flowers are blanketed and
houses are quilted.
And as the warmth fleets,
it retreats to the fruits.
It is through them
that we stay warm and
aflame.
Bite the peach.
It's sweet and ****.
And tendriled flame
will flutter and
coat.