She, the Lady of All

by Armada the Gestalt   Nov 25, 2010


This day, Winter sat upon the land,
Its bloodless knife sitting in its open hand,
A blade birthed in the tempest of a forge,
That knew no light and knew no warmth,
Soft as velvet, sharp as silk,
This day, the land knew many of its ilk.

Winter raised its hand, and plunged the blade,
To and through the land it made,
Pierced the heart of running water,
Shook the leaves of trees asunder,
See the mountains shake in wonder,
The death, as soft as snow, as fierce as bone.

And screamed,
High in the trees,
Ice on the breath of the smoky sky,
And sung,
A skirling note,
Cold is the heartland the Goddess wrote.

See, high in the trees,
The birds that turn their vibrant heads in shame,
Those who cannot sing to match the name,
The crown of ice,
A sacrifice.

White as an empress of sunless birth,
She spreads her mantle over shaking Earth,
The wound from the glinting dagger's ire,
Fit to steal the very light from fire,
This our gift, this is her word,
The season that creeps where the lines are blurred.

And screamed,
Deep from the sea,
Ice in the eyes of the soulless deeps,
And sung,
Sweet as a lark,
A word-woven magic to lengthen the dark.

So said She,
Wait for me here,
Live for the boon of the coming year,
Shiver;
Learn of my devotion,
The words that wrote the ocean,
The mountains, the clouds and the geese and the breeze,
So shall my beloved thralldom freeze.

O sing,
The shattering throne,
We'll yield to the thrall that this country's long known.

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    by Liliana

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  • 15 years ago

    by Cindy

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