Winter's Hale

Winter's Hale

On above, The heaven from up above,

Droplets of ice is chilling and cold.

The heat of love, The warmest love.

No other lies, No secrets told.

It wan be frost, our smile is fading.

It’s not for the lies, The ice is chilling.

Our nerves and veins, The blood is draining.

Of nostalgic frost, Our shadows dissolving.

Of what can hymn a nightingale,

In a dreaded place with winter’s hale.

The fires and heat like one in hell,

Of what can cast a sorcerer’s spell.

Zachary Cyrick Nash

Author's Note

Meep. i know i am a terrible scribbler.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. Check your spelling and grammar, though - a few errors here and there. You use some good imagery here and your winter motif is very clear. Good work.

[Zachary Cyrick Addams Nash]

Thanks :D. There will be always a room for improvement.

[PurpleQuartz]

Beautiful poem fellow writer!

[Zachary Cyrick Addams Nash]

Well, Thank you dear! And have a good day. :D