Wintersmith


The days have grown darker
And clouds are hanging low
The hills once spread lush and green
Snow's falling where the roads have been

So little her confidence
But still she walks strong
I'm born from the season's dance
To men I belong

Winter's alive, one splintered soul
No heartbeat inside
Breathing the cold, uncertain stride
Trying to feel, to be next to her

The cold is coming closer
And the harmony is lost,
This burden that lies on my soul
And in my hand my people's hope

My maiden's uneasiness, her anxiety,
To put all those fears to rest is a task given to me

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Winter's alive, one splintered soul
No heartbeat inside
Breathing the cold, uncertain stride
Trying to feel, to be next to her







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