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Winter Storm
A dark poem on nature and betrayal in ballad meter. |
| The winter turns my heart to ice, Congeals my very soul. To what new place must I now run To thwart this deadly cold? My feet trudge on through snow and sleet While frost bites off my toes. I struggle through the blizzard harsh, While thinking of my woes. Why did you leave me, love of mine To die here all alone? Why did you sacrifice my life To save your very own? So as I lie here in the snow, Enjoying my last breath, I curse you and this winter storm and pray you meet your death. |