My sorrows and my pains fall with the leaves, my fears leave with the coming of the darkening skies, and my eyes see once more when the Sun is vanquished by the might of dusk.
I smell the dead of Winter coming with the fading light of day, and it is good. In the frozen hours of the early morn, I hear the songs of the wind, and I sing in turn along with the raven. (That’s what happens when you smoke too much.)
The darkened days of Winter and their seemingly neverending nights is when I thrive, it is when I once again meet my soul, and when my heart resumes its beating. It is when I live and feel once again. As a gargoyle freed from stone, I witness the weeping of the clouds as they cover the land in white. I hear nothing but the falling snow in the dark, the wails of the storm at middle night, and the lashing winds fill me with glee as the people run and hide, they cower and they curse the price of Winter tires, I stand and laugh, full of delight and awe, and wait for the frozen night to banish you all, as I walk forth to meet the fading Moon, and hear the Sun’s pleas as it struggles to bring you back.
The land is in repose on Hallow’s Eve and yet you shall thrive again once the dead cease to roam the land, but pon’ this time, you all go and fondle each other by a sickly fire if you will you, spineless worms! It shall not save you from this living nightmare, this nightmare which is my Heaven!
Scream and plead, I shall answer thy cries with a whispered no.
I shall stand alone, for I am naught but another solitary sentinel, solemnly watching, my skeletal arms gracing the sky, home to the owl and the raven, and soon enough, some furniture company.
Sleep, O weak ones…I shall stand guard, and watch over thee…’‘opens a window’’
…I live in Canada, gotta come to terms with shit here. Sorreh. XD
