Just bullshit... I am tired and delirious..... apologies for bad writing
The frosty cheeks of winters face
Begin, within the with'rance of time,
End, not unto what once had begun.
Cold November nights full of light
Seeping itself into our moonlit palace,
and taking refuge, amongst shadows.
Aged it has many years, this year,
For now it draws close to its close
and births a new child unto its name,
To continue the cycle once again, green.
Begin, within the with'rance of time,
End, not unto what once had begun.
Cold November nights full of light
Seeping itself into our moonlit palace,
and taking refuge, amongst shadows.
Aged it has many years, this year,
For now it draws close to its close
and births a new child unto its name,
To continue the cycle once again, green.