Winter Kingdom
Icy Domain
A mirror image on silver ice
Reflects the cloud-white moon.
Night’s cold crisp air, breath is visible
Hangs eerily dim, like a phantom.
The freshly laden snow
Sparkles like a million diamonds.
The pine is etched black, in front of the moon
Laying dormant in these long winter nights.
Who can call this home?
In this subzero chill.
For who can claim the fiery crown
Of the aurora dancing overhead.
Till a lone wolf cry is sounded
Echoing to all; this is my domain.
No sound is audible, nor equivalent
To the lone wolf cry.
And crying indeed, the wolf’s mournful howl
Cause deep down he knows.
His domain is to be melted soon…
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Deasun T. Smyth
I’m a First Nations 17 year old young man, probably an old soul (not that there's anything wrong with that). I live in Saskatchewan, and I love reading, writing, conlanging, and collecting sarcastic T-shirts.
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Comments (3)
I like the white cloud moon line.
WOW!!! Love LOve, LOVE this! Love the picture you paint with this line: "The pine is etched black, in front of the moon". GREAT job!
This was hauntingly beautiful! Very melancholic. I loved it!