Winter Witch

 

I cleave the Sun God,
slivers and lightness,
shatter the ocean,
tear at Sagittarius moon,
her crescent smile a slice
against ice eyes,
bow strings of snow
I remember the lushness,
turn it to slaughter,
the blood is brown as if already dried.
Under the soil
I hum sweetly for resting,
here is the call,
a war call for Winter
to die another death,
not be afraid of the shroud.