Writer1326

In most stories, there’s only two sides.

Though, that is not the case here.

Four sisters, rule the land side by side.

The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.

As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,

When the Summer dies,

Fall begins to descend,

onto the beloved land.

With no words, and no ties-

Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.

Leaving nothing to mend.

Deep into the cruel season,

If only the stars could guide me,

far away from this terrible sea.

I’m sitting here, silently pleading,

all for you to notice what I’ve been saying.

I don’t ask for the sun, the moon, and stars,

Time is a funny thing,

as long as the wind sings,

it’ll quicken, shortening the song.

When the wind silences, it’ll slow-

and the silence is stretched out far too long-

but Time doesn’t mind, as it dances,