#poetry #winter #darkness #cold
In darkness kindled and undearth be known,
From below the land of ice and stone,
Through the blizzard and craggy rock,
Before the Dawn's herald by cock.
A journey long and perilous to take,
Through the cold, the snow and the breaks,
Of the icy winds that howl and moan,
Through the darkness utterly alone.
But in the heart of the frozen wild,
There is a warmth that can always be riled,
A spark of hope that never fades,
A fire that burns through the coldest days.


