WINTER DANCES A MACABRE VENGEANCE
(Tribute to it's harshness and to it's beauty)
To hibernate as the bear does sleep
Fall deeply asleep in a cold surroundings
Wake not, but dream deep of winters dancers
Darken depths of a winter's sky never seen
Frigid from raging passions of cool intents
Blow on in darken grays and bitter whites
Mourns of icy breaths of death rendering
Stillness in the gardens once radiant in beauty
Barren are the trees, branched evil boned hands
Frosted shrouds upon the faces of once was grounded
For-get-me-knots in a frozen weep during winter's hell
Others lay naked during swiftly blows of a frosted vengeance
The snow dances a macabre wave after wave of itself
Frostily demise that will only last as long as its frozen breath
The cold is but short as it can lay naked in its grasp of frigid Dancers...
By Richard Lee Cook
Copyright 2011
An SILVERFEATHER Creation
