The Trees Whisper

About the first Wintersprite's tears

Silence fell off the snowy grounds,
creatures unseen
sprang to start the bloodiest of all hunts,
to extend their realm.
Marching on, sowing seed of war.
Unhappy times
crept on the winter-forest lore,
evil's in prime.

Blood stained the snow
where shadows of the winter scowl.
Once carved in woe,
under curtains of the night they prowl.
Black lip’s croak
flows in the darkness’ cloak.

Trees in the dark, creaking wrath,
death lingers near.
Shadows loom out of forest growth
whispering fear…
…light in the sky
buried into graves of snow
those who never cry.

Blood stained the snow
where shadows of the winter scowl.
Once carved in woe,
under curtains of the night they prowl.
Black lip’s croak
flows in the darkness’ cloak