Sharp winds that cut the skin
And in the blizzard there is a man's silhouette
A King without a Queen
But on making it he's dead set
And all of a sudden, the skies have spoken
Lighting struck the pines
Birds are woken
and from the tree, fire shines
When snow flakes die, there's some warm
He sat on the spot
Alive in a different form
Out of the tenebrous night he got
And a violent gale
Followed by hot screams
Then the storm's silence to an avail
as the fire turned to faint gleams
YOU ARE READING
The shark
PoetryThe shark does have tears running on his face, but he lives in the water so you don't see them and so comes the oceans to be salty.
