Winter's Death by Arialora
What cold and midnight spirit lie
Beneath this white and cloudless sky
And I blend very well my cloak
Quite black for now a raven spoke
And thy shadow comes to bequeath
Among the forest thy hunter thrills unsheathed Twas deeper as my veins doth go
Among these branches to and fro
And crunch of thy feet in glistening snow
And face thee Uffern for there I must I must go For Death is not my sorrow
Nor shall it be avoided or shallow
It is not mourned
for it moves as lightening does
It is not scorned
for it is not as heavy as it was
And sucked the life right out of me
Twas empty as thy spirit leaves
And a sky as white transparent be
Thy blackest part was spirit of me
And relaxed thy own thy own last beat
Motionless I lie
Beneath this Earth And closed my eyes
For I see I see thy light
Light of thy own truth where false once tread Light of thy spirit where shadows were fed
Light of thy virgin crying
As thy prophets hands bled
And stillness carried me here
serene Faster than light and dark of dreams
Of Arthurs call and thy Knights Quest
And this darkened cave of Winter's Death
Copyright 2005 Lori Foster Author's Notes: This is a personal change of my own life. Not necessarily death in itself as we see it but the death of change and how I can be a better person than I am. Written by: Lori Foster
