A Cold Fate IndeedA Poem by Blackened SoulAs once was green, soon shall be withered. Decaying with the descent into the season of cold.
The trees begin to wither, shedding their once beautiful appendages.
First turning red, orange, eventually brown, Soon to break off and decay into the earth, Dieing, but for a time. The birds grow restless, Once so cheer full and filled with life, Chirping happily, harmoniously, Now singing a song of farewell, As they prepare to depart, Until their return is necessary. Light becomes more vacant, trailing off as the undeniable comes to be, Darkness begins to smother the sky, Conquering the Earth, scourging the sun. As the cold winds come forth, forests are skeletal, Their limbs scraping against the darkened sky, Screaming out against the freezing of their roots. As once was beautiful, so now shall decay. Freezing under the cold blanket of father winter’s deathly fury. The searing cold of the snow and ice, Slicing through all in it’s path, Leaving nothing but desolate plains in it’s wake. A cold fate indeed. © 2012 Blackened SoulFeatured Review
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