HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD
like a frail and excusing crying mourner
and sat down in apprehension, in whisperance:
Searched here for Life itself to befriend,
in the wounded you, in your lone dying
We are a left, shadowfree storm,
holding our rugged words against darkness,
pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness
(Was drawn here through the lands inside darkness
Dragged over all the time distances, stones and ices)
And cold has just my fairness in its word,
while emptiness,
has its emptiness stuck in the Weave
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
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Written on 2023-10-30 at 19:55
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IN NIGHT FROST DRAUGHT
Hidden in my last winter abode came Deathlike a frail and excusing crying mourner
and sat down in apprehension, in whisperance:
Searched here for Life itself to befriend,
in the wounded you, in your lone dying
We are a left, shadowfree storm,
holding our rugged words against darkness,
pressing the nights hours; teaching us coldness
(Was drawn here through the lands inside darkness
Dragged over all the time distances, stones and ices)
And cold has just my fairness in its word,
while emptiness,
has its emptiness stuck in the Weave
Poetry by 1 SIGFRIDSSON
Read 157 times
Written on 2023-10-30 at 19:55
Tags Frost Death Emptiness
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