Wintermoon

By HeadpatSlut

Before the infant day will come and see the world bathed in sun-
The Earth around is bathed in Winter moonlight-
Atop the highest mountain ridge, ouor Princess lies in wait-
For this silver Goddess, against the Necromancer I shall soon fight-

In a dress of crystal ice, She sings out freedom's name-
It feeds the flame in all our dying hearts-
That she should grant a single kiss, a life is everlasting-
Without Her love, great Rage will tear this world apart-

Lords of Steel; for Her Glory, we march across thee mountain-
Her emerald tears are beacons through the bleakest hailstorms-
Starfire raining down to strike the Dark One's castle-
The evil One is slain, all that remains is a grave of icy thorns.

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Published on Wednesday, March 6, 2013. Filed under: "Fantasy" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

inspired by me rocking Freedom call and Dragonforce for four hours straight

Comments on "Wintermoon"

A former member wrote: Beautiful, not sure what else to say besides, beautiful... wow. Thanks for sharing 10/10
A former member wrote: This is a really beautiful poem that could be applicable to many different moments in history. Itâ€™s very clever in its use of subtlety and conveys a mood of hope even in great doubt. well done:)
A former member wrote: I found this poem inspired and beautiful, actually bringing tears to my eyes. It is clear and crisp, truly beauty.