Winter

This is the last in a series of four poems about the four seasons.

A white wasteland is all that is left

The White Demon has sucked out the life

Only little remains of nature

It's heart barely beats

But the Demon knows it's end will come

The Prophesy of Spring comes closer

Spring Yet to Come arms it's self

As does the White Demon

The Demon sharpens it's fangs in the final moments

Spring creeps upon the Demon 

Slitting it's throat from behind

It's remains are spread across the Earth

And Spring takes it's place on the throne

Waiting for it's time to fully revive the Earth

For only the Demon was destroyed 

Nature must endure it's current pain a little longer

For the last torture slowly fades away

Clouds of darkness fill the sly

But these clouds will soon bring light

And the Rain of Life

Author's Note

This was the last poem in my series of four poems about the four seasons! Tell me what you thought of the series!