The wintry Northern Wind,
She blows and blows and blows.
O, you frosty maiden,
Why blow you ceaselessly?
Your hands my clothing mess,
Your nails they scratch my skin;
With pale face you look me
Which racks with chills my breast.
Away all human warmth,
Away all tender care;
O mistress why do you
Your loveless magic wield?
I know not whence I came,
Nor whither I shall go;
So blow on, you North Wind,
And lead me to my end.













Comments
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It doesn't rhyme, though, and the only person I have ever heard who can sing lines which do not rhyme is Alanis Morrissette.
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Emo is the new cool.
:fav:
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Hold me
Like you held onto life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you loved the sun
Scorching the blood from my Vampire Heart
.:Your love will be the death of me:.
You even picked the Romantic (in the philosophical back-to-nature sense, doubtless) influence! You're awesome.
Yeah your poem really has a Romantic taste
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Hold me
Like you held onto life
When all fears came alive and entombed me
Love me
Like you loved the sun
Scorching the blood from my Vampire Heart
.:Your love will be the death of me:.
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