The Dragon and the Wolf?
Winterspell
Written by myself and lonefrozentear.
And thus I found tears in this winter wasteland.
Powdered branches aching in the wind, a relation.
Sadness found me wearing a cloak blacker than sin.
Tightly holding a warmask by my side.
Frosted flakes aren't so delicious while
cascading from the sky,
frigid and unrestrained,
biting my fingers and blinding my foresight -
a mordacious metaphor,
Jack is a bastard for spitting in my eyes.
Memoirs written out on white sheets earthly.
Watching my soul exit with every exhale.
This blizzard suits us well;
with a buttoned white shirt,
snow capped cummerbund.
And a tie with pine cone colors
across the neck.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ the antisocial moth Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ