The crack of the firewood
With the shining of stars
Beneath the giant trees
Smelling musk in winter
A
freezing breeze
Fills one's soul
Lifting ours spirits
Showing all signs
Hot
metal gauntlet
As sharp as her voice
Lashing out with cries
Striking through the woods
The
howling wolf
A screaming child
The striking hammer
Upon the innocent hide
The
burning heat
Of the open fire within
A cold, dark heart
Looking inward and out
The
scent of blood
The shiny new sword
A mist rising
Out op the open wound
The
vast open skies
Reaching high and forth
The poply sounds of fire
Only so cold is felt
Climb
a tree to the sky
Reach no edge of infinity
The smell of smoke beneath
Our climbing feet
Dancing
stars around
Our heads in summer
The dizziness overcome
By the sound of fire
Laying
silent
The crackle of the firewood
With the shining of stars
Beneath the giant trees
Smelling musk in winter
Design
by Zion Design
