It will be forever winter

I read something here that was very good and followed some rules that I didn’t understand, so I wrote something that’s not very good and doesn’t follow any rules in particular. Because I’m done with rules. I’m done with most things, actually.


Might I lay in slumber

Might I rot. Might I decay

Might I find this night

To be not followed by a day

To stop this haunting vision

You are gone. I know not where

Be it hell or be it heaven

I ask the Lord to take me there

That I might sleep through winter

Beneath these trees that splinter. Leaves that fall

And from a dream of summer memories

Never wake at all


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