Winter
My life now, is growing so cold,
and I can see that beast waiting for me at the end of my road.
Breaking down my will, my faith, my hope and my reality,
while I scream quietly inside, of my pain, my lament, this total insanity.
My body grows numb, and I know I must untimely now face,
this winter of my life, alone, quietly, and in this frozen place.
Everywhere I look I see my reflection in the ice, on every trail in the snow,
as I live day by day with my emotions in tow.
Those innocent voices in the night are now screams,
and all I see is snow and death and ice in my dreams.
For the mercy and kindness of the gods I do pray,
each and everyday, to help me on my troubled way.
But the ice is shining on this slippery path under my feet;
it makes my journey hard, endless, and incredibly bleak.
And I do see them there, encouraging me, to be strong in the face of my fears,
I try to follow but my eyes go hazy from the wind, the snow and my tears.
They scream at me now, cursing me for my weakness, and my state of mind,
As I simply tell them, when I reach for them, they I can no longer find.
She glares at me, and speaks an enchantment as he raised his head and roared,
And alas, I stay alive for one more day, by the warmth of the Harbingers Sword…
