By
firelight now we tell the tales
Unsuited
for the cheering sun
The
flash and flicker of the flames
bring
on the fey ,the mad, half done.
The
half seen faces round the hearth
Half
believe what I relate
The
time when she forgot her path
And
fought the fickle spear of fate.
She
thought that solitude would cure
Her
wild need for her chosen mate
Who
had sung such sweet songs and lured
Her
heart outside its frozen gate
He
sung sweet songs, her hips he swayed,
And
split soft smiles at her display
Saw
through her sometimes, made her smile
And
always went that extra mile
She
damned soft fools from warmer lands
Thus,
heated, cursed herself one too
For
losing touch with ice cold plans
And
letting love turn one to two.
A
bitter harvest brought she in
Remorse,
regret, unacted sin
Flayed
mind and heart, an unfilled cleft
She
misremembered why he’d left
Her
power became her all once more
Spread
ice born fear by blizzard’s roar
Damned
Love has no place in my snow,
You
dwell on hope ? she sneered, so go.
False
pride she felt when all had gone,,
Fleeing
her in search of sun
So
sunless winter onward rolled
And
her heart grew still and cold
Spruce
saplings cracked, surrendered life
Moss
froze hard ,so reindeer shunned
Her
lands ,and left her in such splintered strife
Till
in her palace, she was but one.
No
dialogue escaped this veil
To
witness winter’s wicked gales
Alone
and proud, erect unstained
Alone
she sat, alone she reigned
Safe
in her rage, beyond reproof
She
stayed alone till…enter Wolf.
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