Winter
Something is being born.
It is coming, it can’t be stopped.
It won’t be silenced.
Life is hard, it is howling.
Life is hopeless, I know this already.
These savage cries are seeping
through every crack, and every window.
And now the wind reigns.
And now the wind is gone.
The silence is deafening.
The night is long.
Winter has brought with it
the words, the sounds, the music,
the storytellers and the mages.
Yet, there is hope
by this fire right here.
We will win this war with harmony.
with the beauty of our stories.
With the kindness of our hearts.
Just ignore the savage wind.
It is uncouth and rough,
It is rude and not very bright.
Yet, there is hope
by this fire right here,
that our voices will be heard as well,
that our story will be told till the end.
No more rude interruptions.
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