The Tales Unfold

The winter shade hides my secrets
Trapped in a wide open corner still as can be
Emotionless feelings guarded by a fortress
Still waiting to be finally set free

I watch the darkness lurk the sun
Its eyes glooming the horizon
Quietly beating the drums of a reapers pump
Seeking sorrowful tasks left to be done

An empty creation heaved by vicious blood
Eyeing a golden tale in spite
Searching around not thinking of
The fables told to cover the grounds sight

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