Christian Lacdael

Rookie - 157 Points (Bury St. Edmunds, England)

Cold Nights - Poem by Christian Lacdael

In the glow of ghostly night snow,
And a cold that chills to the bone,
This quiet more creepy than peaceful,
Sees souls stir little if at all,
Swirling patterns of frozen breath,
The difference between life and death,
Amid an arsenal of ice knives,
There's a grave wait till dawn arrives,
Needing for warmth of another,
The comfort found from your lover,
Wishing for walls of a castle,
And fire with no hunger for fuel,
Whilst huddled to survive the night,
The merciless cold starts to bite,
Old man winter's grip binds till dawn,
Then frees up till his might's reborn.

Topic(s) of this poem: coldness, nature

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 10, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2016

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