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McCaslin Mar 2010
"To brave the Northern Pass

in dead of winter?  Thou has

resigned thyself to death."

"We fear not death, nor hardship

for we are fighting men.

War calls us North and we shall

go to defend our homeland."

The cold was hard, but not as

the sight that froze our blood.

The Beast, he roared and shook its

mangy head.  A muttered curse, an

oath swore to see the hellspawn dead.

Our swords like fire, sang a song of

lethal steel.  The beast had met its match,

five strong warriors who fought back to back.

Alas the Beast would not so easily be slain,

and saw I him four my brothers maim.

"He took my eye, but I his head.  A small price

for him to pay.  By his hand four my Brothers dead.

So hear my tale green young lad, and heed its

meaning well.  For that pass in Wintertimes

holds no horrors steel can't quell."
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2015
.
Deep in a shallow body,
Built for burials under moon,
The seas rage in tombs of vein,
Dark and salted, wet preserved
In flesh that fades by blistering sun,
A star much higher than old flames,
Mortal and frail in mucks of oft being,
Of earth and breaths traveled alone,
The tell tale heart was rung, hollow,
Swung bold on meat hook splinters
Of femurs soaked with leached lime
For life is a boneyard of wintertimes,
And summer merely drips of dreams,
Bleeding as the belled heart, in tells,
Is beaten into mettle shroud where
Hope only enters from two blinded
Eyes, in the drowning, dried ocean
Body, touch is printed off in dust,
Sorrow bred misinterpretations,
For love is a holey spirit, ghostly
In its wail.  And heart can but
Only bleed so much red until
The last chimes of never.
The Fire Burns Dec 2017
Contrails drift across the full moon,
like from a Halloween witches broom,
the clouds are furrowed like a garden,
as they blow soft shadows harden.

Gleaming light from the sea of tranquility,
the smoke blows and curls with fluidity,
so bright out here no flashlight needed,
nights normal darkness has been impeded.

The campfire heats,
the soles of my feet,
wintertimes coldness,
I wish to cheat.

On this night,
so clear and bright,
let's go cuddle up
and say goodnight.

— The End —