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The Cries of Winter, The Head of the Beast
By MrNature72
Over the hills winter cried,
Upon my head was a crown of lies.
And upon the throne of insanity I sat,
The head of the beast upon my lap.
The snow burned my skin, a frozen fire,
As I gazed out from my crumbling tower.
To see the battlefield of my mind,
The cries of winter from behind.
A bloody massacre stained the snow,
As disturbed thoughts laid their blows.
Chaos and entropy feasted upon the land,
The snow, screaming, a course white sand.
I gripped the beast in my lap by the collar,
Whispered in his ear "you shall not falter".
And with that, I broke his binding chain,
And let him out, his eyes full of pain.
The great beast scoured the fields,
With the insanity of the struggles that he wields.
Broke the gates holding my peace and hope,
The ends of his rampage had no scope.
This beast was the avatar of pain and unstable minds,
But it was a bringer of thoughts of all kinds.
If you scoured deep within its soul,
You could find diamonds in the coal.
But you cannot defeat chaos, you cannot qualm the frozen fire,
You cannot have hope in your mind, no matter how dire.
The beast, mighty as it be, however, can be chained,
The insanity, how wretched it is, however, can be contained.
Control it, direct, command the wind and snow,
Use it to win the war on the battlefield below.
Do not fear hatred, nor hate your fear,
But use it to protect all yourself and what you hold dear.
For insanity is the cold winter within some of us,
A curse, a blessing, something to hate, something to trust.
For when times are rough, when you think nothing is true,
Just remember, your insanity will always be there for you.
By MrNature72
Over the hills winter cried,
Upon my head was a crown of lies.
And upon the throne of insanity I sat,
The head of the beast upon my lap.
The snow burned my skin, a frozen fire,
As I gazed out from my crumbling tower.
To see the battlefield of my mind,
The cries of winter from behind.
A bloody massacre stained the snow,
As disturbed thoughts laid their blows.
Chaos and entropy feasted upon the land,
The snow, screaming, a course white sand.
I gripped the beast in my lap by the collar,
Whispered in his ear "you shall not falter".
And with that, I broke his binding chain,
And let him out, his eyes full of pain.
The great beast scoured the fields,
With the insanity of the struggles that he wields.
Broke the gates holding my peace and hope,
The ends of his rampage had no scope.
This beast was the avatar of pain and unstable minds,
But it was a bringer of thoughts of all kinds.
If you scoured deep within its soul,
You could find diamonds in the coal.
But you cannot defeat chaos, you cannot qualm the frozen fire,
You cannot have hope in your mind, no matter how dire.
The beast, mighty as it be, however, can be chained,
The insanity, how wretched it is, however, can be contained.
Control it, direct, command the wind and snow,
Use it to win the war on the battlefield below.
Do not fear hatred, nor hate your fear,
But use it to protect all yourself and what you hold dear.
For insanity is the cold winter within some of us,
A curse, a blessing, something to hate, something to trust.
For when times are rough, when you think nothing is true,
Just remember, your insanity will always be there for you.
