Winter Has Arrived

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The story will not keep you warm for the night
But I will spit it out anyway
A thousand bells knoll
But no heart or head breaks or hears its sovereign call
They wanted a truce yet you gave them a war
Shaped in the soiled toy of spring rain and lute chords
Dismal chores in unknown lands
I feign to say yet I forget not
It was not love nor hate
That kept you awake
Your final touches tanker out all mercy
Doomed they will be, like I am now
Shelter me skies before she makes me fall
Inside a tomb of the undead
I may not yet rise like a sheath of gold
For I am no phoenix bird
I will perish but not before my words pass through your soul
Like molten lead, like droughty seeds.
This be winter, let it end, let it end.

©2023 Kaustabh Kashyap.