APWBD likes your socks (aboutalbus) wrote in onewaytickets, @ 2019-01-27 00:12:00 |
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Entry tags: | albus dumbledore, lily potter |
What a lovely night for tea up on a rooftop.
And now, I shall make an acrostic poem out of my name.
As the Winter deepens into its dark abyss
Letters like snowflakes fall from my wrists
Battered by the bone cramping cold
Usurping the mind
Satiating the senses, bright and bold
Petals form of dying embers
Entrancing the eyes
Reviving a once known sense of ardor
Candles flicker and strain
In the bitter wind as
Violet waves of hues conquer the plain
Already transfiguring the night like a
Lover's touch
Wild
Untamed
Lethal
For that is where the spark lies
Real and unreal
Is it really a surprise?
Could it all simply be surreal?
Be still
Reason is an
Illusion
A farce
Never wise to reason out a feeling
Does it hurt?
Understanding the pain of the frost?
Might I feel it?
Beaten and bruised but courageous still
Lions that conquer the stillness of night
Each season has a purpose, a price
Dare we question the might of nature
Or risk it all
Return to the cold death
Each season must have its end.