The True King

Snowfall

With all

Her Opheliant beauty

Sharpens the shards of

Winter’s shattered heart

 

Freezing tears become

Vengeful spears

To vanquish

Summer’s madness and

Rotting autumnal

Cruelty

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2 Responses to “The True King”

  1. whew…that second stanza is vivid….i wish we could stick int he rotting of autumn for a bit personally…its my fav kind of year…and that way there is no spears either…ha

  2. smiles.. i always picture winter as a woman– maybe because of her white dress.. love your play on the seasons here – but there’s much more between the lines… can be felt..

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