Weathering

The wall stands against malice in the west

warden of the empty lands

with eyes watching for the soulless fear

that comes when winter’s night is low upon the world

crawling over rock and ruin

consuming all that stands to weather black tides

waiting for the solstice

and that last gasp of life

given to the binding in the deep

Then to wander on weary roads

until home becomes memory of fire and shadow

and eastward the sun rises on an empty hall

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Now with a soundtrack!

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Mitchel David Ring

L.K. Latham says:

March 23, 2021 at 9:44 am

Both GOT and so NOT GOT. I love the Not GOT side.

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- Mitchel David Ring says:
  
  March 25, 2021 at 9:36 pm
  
  Thank you! cheers (:
  
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lawrenceez says:

March 24, 2021 at 4:45 pm

Excellent. You create such a bleak atmosphere!

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- Mitchel David Ring says:
  
  March 25, 2021 at 9:43 pm
  
  Seems to happens to a lot of poems I write. Maybe I’ll try to brighten things up a bit. Cheers! (:
  
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  - lawrenceez says:
    
    March 28, 2021 at 1:37 am
    
    No, keep. It’s a good atmosphere.
    
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  - Mitchel David Ring says:
    
    March 29, 2021 at 12:28 am
    
    If you insist! 😉 cheers
    
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