Our beloved Winter Queen

One might feel the breeze of winter closing by, as one could feel a drop of rain on thy palms. See it around you, feel it changing everything, and see how the desolating image of summer is slowly fading. In the distance one might even hear the roar of lady winter flying toward the lands of this deserted island, where people fear nature, act like pure evil, banish that which they do not know. For the thirst of knowledge and wisdom is a quest beyond their reasoning.

She has always been denied the admiration and respect she deserves, as the queen of what we are, as the queen of love and feeling. As is only that who truly understands her might, can truly admire and worship such a queen. Queen of cold, come toward this land, cleanse it of those impure, and bless us with your beauty once again.

 

Without a Choice

And so one returns

To that he tried to cast away

Returning to a fading memory;

Remorse and a bleeding wound,

Going out of one’s chest;

But there is nothing left to do

For time cannot turn back

Future, cannot be changed

One choice between these two roads

Two paths, of which just one must be

One must stay

Without a bargain, without a choice

You close thy eyes

And await another day

Like the wind

Like the wind
Blows past your ears
Like the fog sets down upon the earth
I pass by you, I whisper
I cry my worst pain
My worst feeling
I tell you all there is to tell
All there is to know
But like the wind
Blowing softly on your gentle face
I make myself felt
In just an instance
You have forgotten
My soft slight touch
The sharpest pain
I just confessed by your ears
As the fog blows out sudden
As sudden
You will have forgotten
All the pain
All the telling
The whole story my heart had to say.