Winter's Tide

Icy water curls upon shores
Littered with mountains
Trying to bore
Into burly cliffs.
When the seasons come
And leave like wildfire
Beating drums,
Hope tends to turn to escape the ire
Of hateful gods.

The chilly wind ekes
Out the desire for warmth
Among the peasantry
Whilst the lords in their castles don furs;
All sit down by the hearth.
Warriors seek peace in winter,
As do the farmers, blacksmith and wives.
All creatures are bonded by this experience.

Demons curl upon the corners
Unclothed and smirking:
Worshippers of cold,
Truth and beauty.
"Winter is a time for cold to reign
And so the animals hide,
Disappearing from the true banes."
They break conviction,
Perception,
And with retribution,
Demons rise the flag of war.

Destruction runs rampant
Whilst peace is supreme;
And the ocean crashes upon mighty shores.
Waterfalls grow the backs of men
And nature's bounty
Is given not to those that would proclaim its rule,
But those that would share and prosper in it.


ISA