Bleak and cold the desolate landscape I roam,
Devoid of vibrant hues and tones,
Lost beneath an impenetrable freeze,
Darkness has come to bedeck my home,
Devoid of vibrant hues and tones,
Lost beneath an impenetrable freeze,
Darkness has come to bedeck my home,
Winter's army mercilessly invades,
Takes no prisoners, no slaves,
And my defeated soul, long tortured, retreats,
To the place where demons grow,
Takes no prisoners, no slaves,
And my defeated soul, long tortured, retreats,
To the place where demons grow,
Lost in Hades' world where fear resides,
I do not die,
I sleep and dream of Spring,
And glimpse those vibrant colours that reside within.
I do not die,
I sleep and dream of Spring,
And glimpse those vibrant colours that reside within.
The inspiration for the poem came from a painting by artist Graham Wallace. The artwork like all of us is a work in progress.
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