Winter, Winter

Winter, Winter
Hell’s icy splinter
Made for thee, not for thee

Deep, dark, cold
The journey is so told
Into the fold

Folded, folded
We within thee
Ever burning bright

Bright, bright
No, not the night, Heaven’s light
Fold take flight

poetre

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