Fatal Winter

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


Winter is an eerie season, one filled with mystery, cold air and despair, this poem is exploiting metaphorically these emotions bred by winter the events that are experienced, and and the ambiance
of a season so brutal, yet majestic.

Submitted: September 11, 2018

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In the plateaus of pain, poisonous vines peak
A snake slithers his scales way
to the waning guest who grieves the weight of his ceaseless guessing 
In the groves and creeks of despair and loathing 
Pools and lakes of loom
Lost lamps lay glooming in the swampy sands of time. Trivia. 
Rollicking travelers weary and wounded by the demands of fleeting time.
Frayed fools polishing prized possessions in the pursuit of joy. Happiness...
Only for nests to be weathered and whither from wailing woes winded by fatal winters, 
Daunting gusts glaring the visions of prophets, and wanderers rushing to utopia
on toes, tethered by trails like trees to jacks of lumber
tracks, detailed in dust like maidens who carry heavy hearts pained by promiscuous serenades sung by sunken sailors 
Winters are fatal but fleeting like wine waning alike, in windowpanes watching the moon mundane...
In the meeting of her muse


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