Writer1326

I’ve watched the seasons change,

one day it’s beautifully cold winter,

and the next it’s humid summer.

I’ve watched everyone around me change.

As they become the person they are now.

There’s a story to tell,

one of dragons and queens.

A story that’s as alluring as a bell —

in the dead of night, when all is not what it seems.

When the stars align, showing the way of the earth,

When the air is crisp,

with a chilly breeze,

fall puts a spell on me.

The leaves fall in a wisp,

as an artist weaves-

a portrait of the fiery sea.

Though, it’s not February,

love seeps through the air.

In most stories, there’s only two sides.

Though, that is not the case here.

Four sisters, rule the land side by side.

The eldest, Winter, rules with a heart of ice.

As her little sister, Spring creates a sea,

When the Summer dies,

Fall begins to descend,

onto the beloved land.

With no words, and no ties-

Winter sinks its teeth into the sand.

Leaving nothing to mend.

Deep into the cruel season,