Oh, summer witch
Your fiery curses hold no power here
Winter has come early
To frost your magic fingertips
And freeze your blazing soul
The sun now sets ahead of your time
To you, hibernation means death
And so that is how you meet your end
YOU ARE READING
Senses
PoetryA compilation of poetry and prose I have written over the years. I hope to improve as time goes on ✨
