i float like the morning winter breeze
bitter and cold,
distroying whats little left of summer.
...
we are not children any more.
we are not young, as we were before.
we are forgotten, thrown away.
...
the water is gone.
the shores are dry.
the sun, is out of sight.
the stars are out,
...
just because i don't talk,
doesn't mean i have no voice.
just because i don't give answers,
...
they hear the dragon coming.
its wings they speedily flap.
they see its eyes are shinning,
sweat pours from them like sap.
...
Times Of Year
i float like the morning winter breeze
bitter and cold,
distroying whats little left of summer.
but then the spring will come and end my reign,
new growth shall conquer me.
the distroyer, distroyed.