Frost

Frost covers the face of all,

Crunching beneath the snow fall,

Cold and desolate as a knights crusade,

Preaching a path while lights fade.

Marching upon the white surface tall,

Nothing lives here at all.

Ice, cold and frost is now laid,

From the darkness of shadows raid.

Faint awakening of light now played,

Ripping away the darkness displayed,

As if torment of night and day raves,

Shadow and light dances in waves.

Ripped apart and back again overlayed,

Not one over the other stayed.

Light and shadows always fight,

A crusade to find hope and sight.

The constant is the Frost and cold,

Always crunching upon the face of old,

A reminder of how natures silent prayers,

Ravaged the Souls of mankind's layers .

© Frostyknight - The Canadian Frost