The darkness inside of me is like a hibernating bear.
Asleep for the winter and freshly awakened in the spring
Like a wolf closing in on its prey
That first taste of blood that ignites
An insatiable appetite
A never ending thirst
A hunger, A craving
An addiction that is never ending
A dawning, A formidable occurrence
Like the first winters snow fall
Cold...... yet much needed and expected
A winter wonderland to get lost in
An abyss of never ending satisfaction
A witch with a dragons heart
A demure, yet dangerous creature
A heretic A heathen
Ready to be to be put to the question
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Catherine Therese Bonner
I started writing over a year ago. This process to publish has been pretty smooth.
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Winter Up High
Upon the North, where winter holds its sway, The frigid nights descend with solemn grace, A silent, diamond dust along the way, And moonbeams carve the shadows of the place. The wind, a ghost that whispers through the pines, Doth chill the very breath that leaves the lip, The ground is bound by frosted, silver lines, And stars, like scattered jewels, their vigil keep. The long dark hours demand a sheltered rest, Where firelight dances on the hearth's warm stones, And weary souls are welcomed to the nest, To chase the biting cold from blood and bones. Yet in this chill, a stark, pure beauty lies, Reflected in the vast and endless skies.
By Vinn Black6 days ago in Poets
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