In the tingling cold
The lion’s mane
Grows large and bold
Coated by a gentle snow
His stone façade
Becomes a show
Of tranquil night
And calming deep
A vigilant guard, at last
Asleep
In the tingling cold
The lion’s mane
Grows large and bold
Coated by a gentle snow
His stone façade
Becomes a show
Of tranquil night
And calming deep
A vigilant guard, at last
Asleep
This is brilliant just my sort of piece.
Thanks! I’ve been working more on rhyme recently and it’s nice to know you enjoyed it.
I did, very much.
I love this….right up my alley,literarily speaking 😉
So nice to meet you Red~
Thank you! So nice to meet you too, Morgan. 🙂