Sabres
The perfumed rose of summer is now distant
The barricades of winter have fallen
Revealing crystal fields
Still in the morning sun
Alert the doe breathes clouds
That mix in the mist
Sabre Rooks pick on the bones of earth at it falls asleep
Soundly keeping its council until spring.
Panic prevails for safe winter havens
Some will not wake from their slumber
succumbed to Winters white death
Hearts given out , along with breath
Wait , wait
Wait for the Aconite
Conquistador of the snows
Slayer of the ice dragons
Daring to show its virginity to the sky
Harbinger of spring
And the perfumed rose
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