What do you get when you dig up an old poem that got started but never completed from c. 2005 and a particularly stubborn case of viral gastroenteritis?
I'm the north wind, yet I blaze
Fires glow yet nothing burns
My eyes reflect stars' shining gaze
As the mill of destiny turns
A winter white rose finds a home
It grows deep inside my bones.
Who will journey with this one?
From desert forever scorched by sun
To permafrosted arctic shrouded in night
And jungle floors shielded from light
Searching for bearer of blood red rose
One that has seen darkest shadows.
Upon dancing spring zephyrs I fly
Above the trackless mortal lands
To the second star to the right in the sky
Past broad-leafed oaks and shifting sands
Snow-rose tells me Paradise awaits
Beyond the shrouded silver Gates.
Stormy azure mirror below tells me all
Blood-red rose of fading fall
Grows in the bones of a kindred soul
One who awaits winter to make him whole
A wish to be free from Stygian gales
Escape from the tattered infernal vales.
Red rose awaits near rainbow river
Scarred within and on every limb
Blight also grows in a tiny sliver
Will the red rose's radiance dim?
Two roses embrace with their songs,
Now I know to whom the white rose belongs.
Fiery north wind with red rose in tow
Winter tempest blazing, yearning to be free
Scorching sun, what happened to the snow?
Journey together across glassy sea
Paradise beckons so far, so near
Even in smoke-choked fog, way is clear.
Return to second star to the right
Straight on 'til morning, past the Gate
Through deepest blue and indigo night
Eager to find joy, unafraid of fate
Together winter and fall roses fly
Past scarlet dawns of mortal sky.
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