Winter White

A forest snapped with snow

A cold form in it's interior

The desperate soul lingers

And the soul becomes inferior



Night shadows, distance fog

Rendered with careful care

Daemon arcane, wrapped in malice

She stands there, soul so fair



Her mind makes an etching in mine

Thoughts ingrained

Ways and forms contained



In these hidden lines lie a winter white

A calm, cold and dark loved place



Snow ablaze

Soul ablaze

Fire within

Winter without

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Note: "Daemon" is pronounced "DAY-mun".

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running_with_rabbits's picture

lol love the note
you have to tell people how to say the words you use
lol its great

and the poem is yet again amazing
i love it
like always


Much Love

Ashley

Savannah Tangen's picture

I really like this one. The descriptivness is really good.