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A winter's deceit
The summer sun dying, the chapter draws its close.
In these times, a bleak demise,
Is it a game? Where we push through dark for light?
These man made wonders serve out whim, yet here we bicker over petty crimes.
Onward we go deep into the night.
The winter leaves blow in the breeze,
On the asphalt, the street lights flicker, guiding me on,
lonely signs go on till the end of the line.
The king on his throne, now dragged down from the Heavens,
The devil grining, dealing out his hand to play
Fate envious, of what we had.
Would watch us drown, in spite of dreams.
The best of plans, the worst of plans, the men of mice,
such silly thoughts, of a better tommorow.
Drew us in, like the fools we were. Thought we could be above water line.
It could rain, such sweet tears, in synchronised harmony, onto my weary eyes
reach for sweet memories from afar, but so distant and cold, now like frozen tears.
Now their gone, left in haste, just like our dream, swept away from beneathe our feet,
the rabbit escapes the fox, the hunter's plans foiled.
I guess it's end is sweet in a way.
We're still together into the night,
but with no place to go and no dreams to follow, is it not just a blissful lie to help sleep at night?
Is it not just a winter's deceit, To follow through into unknown lands?
To be swept away by the sea of time? In the end who knows what becomes of us my friend,
the journey through winter, leads to it's own end.
