WINTER
- Dark Poets Club
- Aug 25
- 1 min read
By Andrew Burkey
She called from the graveyard and whispered to death. How sweet is the flavour that poisons your breath. Her voice was the promise of marriage and birth. For she was the harvest that tainted the earth.
She laughed in the moonlight and danced with decay, For she was the darkness, eternal and fey. Her smile was the shiver and ice of her hand. For she was the winter that frosted the land.
She called from the graveyard and whispered to death. How sweet is the flavour that poisons your breath.
Her voice was the promise of hunger and stone. For she was the shadow that darkened a throne.