# North Author: forest elk Tags: Dark, Death, Poetry, Winter North The gas lamps they flicker, While fur men drink liquor All colour gone All life stays still as a blizzard draws near.   The wind whispers lies A low piercing cry Cold men by the fire Their need is dire Dead man smiles a chill, frozen leer.   The ice shards they cut And cover the ruts Nothing is clear And so grows the fear Windows dark and cold, absent of life.   Saviour arrives late Accept now their fate Nobody goes when the west winds blows   Dead fingers grip chairs Dead feet on the stairs All are chilled in winters Own lair.   Warm sleep awaits As north equates No man, No woman Shall bear life from this storm. Source: https://sofurry.com/s/zeR2KDMe