FROM THE WEST :
This is where I come from
Nowhere November
No season to remember
My dream a lonely highway
Where nightmares cone to breed
The trees of summer
Once green an lush
Like young hope
Line the road a corpse way
Barren and dying
Waiting for the desolate chill
And icen desert of snow
A final season to go
As I walk the fading road
Cracks and dead weeds row in row
The sun rising biting the night
Bringing winds to rend my flesh
I wish only to rest
But I can't sleep here
Ruins of road before me
Walk into the copse
The gnarled branches
They grab at me
Trying to take claim
Of the little I've left
As forward I walk
To the snows
Slowly to the east
Looking for the place
For the cold to claim
My rest
Preserved forever
Against my will
In its frozen breast
A memory best forgotten
Of a shadow from the west
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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