a winters night is dark and cold,
so we let the story of death unfold,
it wraps us closly to its fold,
untill the dragon wakes un-bold,
and still we wait to see the truth,
of what awakes on a winters night,
it wlks with fangs
and it does bite
it runs to fast
for human sight,
they call us monsters
masters of fright
so tell me now
what awakens
on a winters night.
some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
From what ive of desire,
i hold with who favor fire.
but if it had to perish twice,
i think i know enough of hate,
to say that for destruction, ice.
is also great,
and world suffice.
By: Robert Frost
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reminds me of a creation story someone once told me... destroy create destroy create sounds more like it... ;)
love is like a rose, only alive until it dies
and everyone knows
that a dying rose
only leads unto death.
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short, but powerfull! Pretty ;)
So true and beautiful.
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