Musings of the snow times

As every droplet in the air condensed

All the water iced up

The rain came down frozen, soft

Snowfall had begun

Now there was all next nowhere to go

The wind lashed the mountains hard

All that prevailed was silence

Where did the roar of the river die?

Has any soul heard the chirps?

The sun set into the horizon

But lo! The shine fades not

The moon lights up, all in pure white

As one gapes in wonder, breaths freeze

Day breaks and the sun begins its move

All the sounds return, snow-men arise too

The battles to move begin for the walls are high

Fights go on with the sleet below

For the soul of the plains

The memory has a great glow

But alas draws in the flood pains

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Tore through the bowels of the behemoth

Went on all the way end

Cold, dark, damp and wet

Bleeding all where the orifices were

For the looks were saddening

The beast tamed by brute

It sounded out too, groaning

The rumble and falls of itself, in pieces

Its intestines they caked

Moulded and hardened, the agony remained

The brute treatment prepared again

Drilled on the insides, a torture

The wounds healed to explode

As the shudder passed by

All but nothing trembled, in terror

Lest all hell breaks loose

And in a pass through the inside

Darkness prevailed all around

Scaring out all the living that was

The beast commanded respect

This soul gratified, said out soft

‘Didn’t get lost in a tunnel’