Monday, November 7, 2016

A House of Winter


She lives in a house of winter.
The ice outside focuses her thoughts.
The snow calms her but she does not sleep.
At night, she flies from world to another,
often hovering in certain locations.
She hears news of war and famine.

She speaks to the dead.
She holds their secrets.
Her eyes are pale blue, silent and deep.
They glitter, they shine.
Some say she is a ghost.
Other say she is a witch. She haunts us all.


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