Whispered Tomes

If Snow Falls

Darker by the day
Shadow clouds
touch the horizon
and draw us
toward a bleak
and empty winter

These ashen bodies
lay in forgotten fields
Where passions
once engaged
a fuller rage
and hot desire

With innocent eyes
we beheld a bitter hell
in the game
played by pretenders
and fought
by desperate fools

Are swords less sharp
than they were then?
Fires less fierce
than they were when
the former worlds
clashed here?

As eyes of ice
behold trees dying
and all these sprites
murdered: crying
Who shall rise
to face the night?
Who shall stand
if Snow falls?