Peel the lore from me
Until I am nothing more
Than creaking pine branches
Groaning under the snow,
Waving in the arctic breeze.
.
Go on and dip your fingers
Into the hollows of my trunk
And pull out the shooting stars
Lodged in the gentle bones
Of a ribcage as cold and cruel
As the arctic tundra itself.
.
I am a monster covered in snow,
Glittering in the way of some
Benevolent dreamer when I am
The violent tongues lashing out
From the surface of the sun.
.
There is fury in my soul.
Prehistoric, wanton, unyielding.
The ice is in my eyes already,
Tightly gathered like spears.
This is a swansong,
A lovely dive into the freeze.
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A.N: Back from a little break! And hopefully my inkwell is refilled and ready to write again :)
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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