Ode to Froslass...

[mewsichu96]

I here a whisper,
when I'm in the cold,
I heard that whisper,
in days of old.
It sounded chilling with an
icy breath. It said
"Come to me, or go to death."

I here that voice wherever I
go.

When I wake up from my
slumber, on a cold icy night,
I see a lonely Froslass next
to me, shiver in fright.
"Don't leave me, again." it
said.

I here that voice where
ever I go.

When I sit on my porch in summer,
shooting the breeze, I see it next
to me with astonishing ease.
"I have left you, now death will not
wait. I will hide in the snow to
determine your fate."

I here that voice where
ever I go.

That next winter, I went
to my grave. I thought
about the snow girl,
and the choices I made.
Even in my grave, I hear it
ever day,
"I did not mean for you to
die this way."

I here that voice where
ever I go.

[Primus]

Has a nice rhythm to it, even if it's not sung. It rhymes nicely, too, even though it's supposed to rhyme.

You moved through seasons, and that interested me. Some poets aren't even shifting through the year, but you seemed to do so quite boldly.

[Hicky]

Better than most stuff here.