In Darkness Of Night

Winters Soul

Winter Soul hobhill.com

The cold, hard, ground engulfs your bones,

Seek the warmth,

For she is ready to take your breath.

The winter has descended and my time has come, sweeping the lands I seek. I follow waiting for a glimmer of descent. Human extremes and mistakes a seek.

A lonely soul, lost on the moors, trembling with frozen fear. Stay close, I will numb, seeping deep within. Light fading as the warmth recedes.

© 2020 L Jeffrey – Hob Hill

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