Thursday, July 17, 2008

Freya

Snow, Winter, North Wind Blows
Ragged Tops of mountains fly by
The Sound of the Wind Rages

Speak you of Winter's Chill
Speak you of Winter's Frost
Speak you of a Frigid Heart
She Rages in Silence

What once was one thing is now another
What once was happy and free
What once was pure

Angry Eyes and whispered taunts
Looks of disdain
A brother's love torn
A husband gone
Love and Anger worn as a cloak
Power held in Words of Anger
Revenge Deferred

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