A Hundred Thirty Years Ago

A Hundred Thirty Years Ago

By Kitsune

A hundred thirty years ago,

the son of snow died.

A hundred thirty years ago,

my sweet winter cried.

His heart is cold as the frozen ice,

Because it was stilled.

And now his emerald eyes,

Are frigid, dark, and chilled.

A hundred thirty years ago,

My snow angel did melt.

A hundred thirty years ago,

A great pain he had felt.

His heart is cold as the frozen ice,

Because it was stilled.

And now his emerald eyes,

Are frigid, dark, and chilled.

Through the snow and the ice,

He just faded away,

Into a deep sleep so nice,

And that way did he stay,

Never to awaken.

He will not wake up again!

A hundred thirty ears ago,

The snow turned to crimson red.

A hundred thirty years ago,

The Winter was dead.

His heart is cold as the frozen ice.

It had ceased to beat.

And his blazing emerald eyes,

Quickly lost their heat.

A hundred thirty years ago,

My Winter met his end.

And he fell asleep in the cold snow,

And did not wake up again.