ice.Ice Season creeps closer, covering the earth inevitablyThe trees tell of its approach as they flash their warning colorsMildly dying in the process; so altruisticThe forest creatures know to prepare for the SeasonTo prepare for the great Sleep, away from the IceAs to not let It in and stay warm, stay aliveOutside the forest, we wait for the Ice to arriveDemon whispers can be heard from miles away as they draw nearerWe wait with fire, with passion, with lightThe spectors shall not invade us this yearWe will be ready and waiting, far from taken off guardThere will be no Sleep for us for we must fightWaiting for Rebirth to come, preparing for the next Ice
without the heart.Without the heart, one is never to knowNever to know of the blood thatConnects two, that unitesThat courses beyond veins, across space,About time, among youthThe blood that fills the thoughtsThat falls from the mouthAtop sweet words, riding through the silenceConstantly flowing, unable to dryBut with the heart, one can alwaysFeel the blood that sustains life
the picture.The wind outside blew so furiously through the window that it knocked a picture off the closest table. I, feeling tremendously inconvenienced, got out of my brown, synthetic-velvet reclining chair to go pick them up. Standing up all-too-fast, I got a head rush and had to balance myself against the out-dated-wallpaper-covered wall on my right. My breathing became very heavy and audible as I waited to regain full consciousness. The stars that I saw slowly faded, and I looked down to continue my task.The stars came back when I saw the picture.At that instant, I was overwhelmed with flashbacks of us. My mind was flooded with images and scenes of us dancing, walking on the beach, lying in bed together, stargazing. I looked with tear-filled eyes at the picture of the two of us. Your white dress and my black tuxedo contrasted so well, but our smiles were almost identical. Our happiness was clear and evident in just a snapshot.The wind from outside continued to blow, tiny gusts through my h
life.From each darkness spawns new lightThus one stopped heart begins fresh lifeThis is how the world goesAnd how we lose the ones we knowWe give in to accepting, though,Because the sunshine melts the snowFrom shallow graves grow divine flowersAs we stand the passing hoursWaiting, while the time devoursThis is all out of our powerFor we realize that life's not oursJust a gift from which we cowerNothing we can start or endThis cycle will forever spinToo hard for us to comprehendSo we just wait, wearing thinEternity's a prize we just can't winBut it's just how things have always beenAll we can do is prepare our kinTo save the world we're living in
creature.The creature followed closely behind me as I traversed the desolate wasteland. At first, I was terrified. Yet, as time went on, I lowered my guard and let it catch up. I then realized that the two of us were very alike, very alone. Neither of us were alone again.