The Winter Is Coming

trailing out through the golden dawn. veering into the

angry swarm carried by the birds into the dark. swooping

down through the blurry clouds. peeling back the enormous

shroud to release the beast that lurks behind.

mother nature calls your name. leads you to an open

space. the winter is coming and you have no time to

waste.

later on at the _ lair, see the birds melt into the air.

no one could protect them from the sun. blazing on for

another world, setting off through the silent swirl.

think of all the faces they may know.

mother nature calls your name. leads you to an open

space. the winter is coming and you have no time to

waste.

free at last now, the bird has flown. looking down from

his floating thrown. just a lonely stranger in the sky.

down below, people walk the road. they never pause as

they scurry home. they never see the birds are floating

by.