Peel the lore from me
Until I am nothing more
Than creaking pine branches
Groaning under the snow,
Waving in the arctic breeze.
.
Go on and dip your fingers
Into the hollows of my trunk
And pull out the shooting stars
Lodged in the gentle bones
Of a ribcage as cold and cruel
As the arctic tundra itself.
.
I am a monster covered in snow,
Glittering in the way of some
Benevolent dreamer when I am
The violent tongues lashing out
From the surface of the sun.
.
There is fury in my soul.
Prehistoric, wanton, unyielding.
The ice is in my eyes already,
Tightly gathered like spears.
This is a swansong,
A lovely dive into the freeze.
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A.N: Back from a little break! And hopefully my inkwell is refilled and ready to write again :)
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Outstanding
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
Excellent storytelling
Original narrative & well developed characters




Comments (8)
Back to say congratulations on your Top Story! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Love this. Congrats on the top story!
Nice, and Congratulations on your Top Story 🎊 🎊
cool, stay strong!
Wonderfully written, and welcome back!👏👏❄️❄️
I favourited this poem of yours, I love it so much!
This was fantastic! What imagery! I think they're all my favorite line. I loved the fire and ice elements :)
Yayyyy, welcome back! Loved your beautiful poem!