Icy death of forest cold by TheHeraldOfSuffer, literature
Literature
Icy death of forest cold
Icy death of forest cold
Sun is descending on the sky,
And I gaze it with fierce eyes,
Never sharing its warmth with me,
So I return to ever-dwelling mist.
I curse the world around me,
That leaving me with my fantasies,
I loathe the life before me,
That blooming sick blasphemy.
I hate.
Never forgive.
My world is an icy paradise,
A dead realm of boreal landscape,
Cold as starlight on northern sky,
Like the frost-bitten misty haze,
Empty as my morbid pale eyes,
Like my bitter soul of hate.
Mountains of old
Forests of cold
I wander in dark eternally,
With snow and ice my companion,
Where ever I lurk and crawl,
O
Soul of Winter
Night embraces the dark winter forests,
Ice-cold winds bring bloodcurdling voices,
Howling in the frost-bitten darkness,
She crawls in shadows bringing fear and nightmares.
A tale of ghastly spirit of winter
Ruling frosty realm beyond mountains afar,
A world many souls have entered,
Never to return alive from dark.
Ghost of winter, ice and snow,
Queen of the darkest forest cold.
Her terrible shape haunts the moonless night,
Her glacial touch leaves only death behind.
In the mystic, shady winter forest
Freezing wind forebodes impending death.
Lurking in the deepest shadows,
Howl and frost reveal her presence.
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