The Moon- The bringer of cold
I decided to post this poem before it's completely out of season. THis means I've left out the first stanza since it currently sucks. Still, what'd'ya think?
The bringer of cold He paints our land with slippery sparkelsGive our breath a life to markThe coldness around the chilled dewFrozen, making the blades hardThe stars are out and all to seeHow he controls the sky with easeThe stars, so small and him, so roundSmaller still stars on the groundHe shale not let the sun take holdHe waits awhile enhance the coldHe mocks use here with breath to see"I'm freezeing you You can't stop me!" |