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Northsong
by Brian Francis
The breezes blow a chilly wind
Winter comes again, winter comes
Screams of horror are heard in them
Winter comes again, winter comes
Death is marching in the wail
Winter comes again, winter comes
stand strong, hold fast, for if we fail
Winter comes again, winter comes
At the wall the black will hold
Winter comes again, winter comes
hero's stories warm the soul
Winter comes again, winter comes
Death is walking through the snow
Winter comes again, winter comes
death might hold someone you know
Winter comes again, winter comes
Fires cleanse, fallen friend or foe
Winter comes again, winter comes
The dead seek out those they know
Winter comes again, winter comes
08/20/2017 Posted on 08/20/2017
Copyright © 2025 Brian Francis
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/27/17 at 12:49 AM This style of repetition really worked for me - a drum beat, a marching, a steady unswerving rhythm.
There's a mournful song in this. Thanks for this. |
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