Friday 2 September 2011

Winter is nigh

Winter is nigh, the cold it comes,
The snow is king, gone is the sun.

As snowflakes fall and night draws on,
Gather round campfires, singing camp songs.

Harsh but beautiful, bleak but breathtaking,
With the biting wind, your teeth are aching.

Winter is nigh, grey fills the sky,
Snow falls from high, an eagle sounds a cry,

Winter is nigh


4 comments:

  1. *glares at Chan*

    You totally stole my thunder with this epica poem!

    It's mean!!!

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  2. :D

    I've always wanted to say something like that.

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  3. Wow…

    Reading this, I forgot that ice is one of the things I hate…

    Impressive, seriously.

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  4. :D Gave me shivers! I love thinking about winter and getting chilled and shivery in the summer! Awesome-sauce!

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