Halls of the Dark Muse

This is an anceint Celtic form known as Ae Freslighe, it is a rather difficult style to work with.

Winter’s Breath

Barren trees left quivering
a single leaf still dying
winds kiss sends it shivering
with their chill spirits crying.

Hush winter's breath awaken
her white tempest churning
a land now thought forsaken
deep inside lies a burning.

A passion left undenied
drawn close in fires flicker
the winds wail unconfined
within their spirits bicker.