Frosted Moor

Reivax Camlost

A golden orb upon an oily lilac sky, the moon

 

A silent wistful air of lavender roiled at the sighing wind

 

Embolden or despair, yea traveler, beware of wolves

 

A phage of fear and falsehood sits across-ways in the glen

 

Neither breath of cold, nor dark of night will stay the demon-fen

 

No chest of gold, or swordsman bold or ages old still walks with men

 

Who braved that chill-glass fog of whisper-sigh on yonder barren moor

 

No breath of cold will pass the lips of those that walk into the fog

 

No breath of cold, no breath of cold will pass their lips forevermore

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Reivax Camlost (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 13th, 2016 18:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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