Solstice Tears
In the essence of winter sleep,
I shed my solstice tears.
As I look through a pane of glass,
snow falls onto the hoary grass.
A distorted world
made even more distorted.
I walk on the cold wooden floor,
and down the frigid corridors.
My breath becoming tiny clouds,
as a breathe the frosty air.
I shiver the whole trek,
finally making it to the fireplace,
after what feels like an eternity
Only to see a note on the display
There shall be no warmth in this house.
I sit in a chair next to the fireplace,
right in front of me lies the source
of my solstice tears. It reaches
out to grab my soul, but I won't
let it. Fear has taken men souls,
but it will not take mine.
Suddenly, I see logs I never noticed before
and throw them into the fireplace.
As I try to start the fire, the sign
on the display grew in size
There Shall Be No Warmth In This House
I continue to try to start the fire,
becoming overwhelmed with anxiety
And filled with adrenaline.
I look at the sign. It had decuple in size.
THERE SHALL BE
NO WARMTH IN THIS HOUSE
I can not stop now. I must keep going
Fear has taken men souls, but it
will not take mine.This, I am sure.
It starts to snow inside the house.
And I’m still trying to start the fire.
The light snowfall picks up in speed,
the freezing wind sends sharp pains
down my back, but I can not stop now.
I’m still trying to light the fire as the snowfall
becomes a blizzard. I look at the sign. It had centuple in size.
THERE
SHALL
BE
NO
WARMTH
IN
THIS
HOUSE!
The heavy snowfall and the freezing wind
sending sharp pains through my back
all told me to stop, but I could not.
I must keep trying to light this fire.
Until finally, out of nowhere, I got a spark
And the spark grew in size.
There was fire in the the fireplace.
There was warmth in this house.
The blizzard stop. The freezing wind stop.
The frigid corridors became less frigid.
The cold wooden floor had become warm.
When I look out the pane of glass
I saw no snow on the ground, just hoary
grass.
THERE WAS WARMTH IN THIS HOUSE!
And then I awoke from my somber
As I look through a pane of glass,
snow fell onto the hoary grass.
I shed my solstice tears
A distorted world
made even more distorted.