Tuesday, January 19, 2016

January 19, 2016 - Winter King


The ice now colder
taking even the ocean
advancing like an army
occupying every free state.
We whisper, “No more,”
but even that is stolen
our breath frozen solid
before the words are spoken.
And still he comes
a crystalline onslaught
as sharp as knives
and cutting deeper.
The builder of the mountains
He who shapes the land
the King with a thousand swords
piercing silently

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