The Cold

Its all cold now
Like a cloud of breath on a winter wind
I am the fire that sputters on the snowy wood trying to remain lit
And you are the winter
I have not but to quit trying to dry and catch flame and I will vanish in the frozen air
But I burn on
I was a wild fire before the season's end
Now I am something barely more than a set of embers
It's cold, so cold as it takes hold
Will I burn out, will I be doused by your crystalline waters
The more I melt from the wood
The more the flood presses me
And I'm dying I feel
Succumbing to the frigid cold
I shiver, I flare just over the snow
I flux growing strong then again sputtering to death
I am the fire that sputters on the snowy wood and you are the winter
You are all I see and its all cold now
To dry or not to dry
To freeze is to no longer be



Credits
Writer(s): Druid Named Josiah
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