The Winter Wind

The first poem I ever wrote for my solo project, Solitude's Call.

I stand here, shivering

Beneath the onslaught of the winter wind.

The bitter cold, the perpetual sting

Tells the tale of a lonely heart.

I remember the life

And the hope that once dwelled within

But only bitterness remains.

As the winds increased

And the storm drew near

I placed my hope in a fading star

But it was not to be.

 

None can withstand its savage might.

None can survive its cruel sting.

With each new cause to suffer

It will be life, not death

That all will come to fear.

 

When the gale finally envelops

And all cause for hope is drowned beneath the torrent

The star blinks its last, and fades to the dreams.

Author's Note

This was the first poem I ever wrote that I found meaningful, but I don't think it's on the same level as my later works.