Inside the temple all was bare,
No sign of spirit anywhere
Because the hunter ruled the land.
The wild wind was his chosen band,
It’s roar was music to his ears,
And festive were the frozen years.
Pure ice, the lands in his domain,
For other seasons made no gain
Upon his cold demanding soul.
He vowed no season would unfold
Because the summer was so weak
Against the winter at it’s peak.
Oh, he had heard of other climes
Which were revealed by foreign signs.
He knew such things were based upon
The gods who wove the falsest dawn
To ever grace the earth and sky;
Besides, he knew, spring made you cry.
The hunt alone kept him alive,
And only winter fuelled the drive
To guarantee a hunt’s success.
It was the way he did impress
The citizens of his domain
Whose freedom none would ever regain.
So wrapped in thought, he didn’t hear
The timid knock of one in fear
Who needed shelter for the night.
She dearly wished to end her plight
And share some laughter for awhile-
The girl with April in her smile.
She knocked again. This time he heard.
He grabbed the door without a word,
Prepared to crush the foolish one
Who dared to make his dream undone.
With iron fist, he pulled the door
And halted fast, touched to the core.
She’s beautiful, his thoughts they ran,
A fine companion for a man,
And I am worthier than most.
From hereon in I’ll be her host
That she will come to prize my heart,
And for our future make a start.
The hunter always got his way
But then, to guarantee she’s stay,
He locked her in the dungeon dark.
Some time in there might fan a spark
Of love to light her shining eyes
Without the wherefores and the whys.
By day, he waited patiently,
By night, he dreamed so joyfully
Of her remaining by his side.
But fickle is the rolling tide
And sorrow filled her heart, not love,
Which springs from kindness, not a shove.
She faded with the passing sun,
And swiftly did her essence run
‘Til finally her eyes she closed.
Once she had given up the ghost
The hunter cast her in the snow
And swore to let the old ways grow.
At first, the hunter was content
To realize his dreams were spent,
And he began to hunt anew.
So glad to know the wild wind blew,
He little thought about her style-
The girl with April in her smile.
But as he hunted one fine day
His happieness was torn away.
The wild wind shrieked, the trees they danced,
His heart exulted at the chance
To kill, and kill, and kill once more
Just like the gods he did adore.
But then, as if he struck a wall
Or heard an unfamiliar call,
He stopped. Before him in the snow
There was a single bright red rose.
Unshaken by the wild wind’s roar,
It spoke of spring and so much more.
He knew the girl and rose were one,
The center of a world so young.
The girl with April in her smile
Still had the power to beguile.
Much more than all the gods above
He spirit spoke of hope and love.
The temple is no longer bare,
The hunter’s always going there
To muse, in nonaggressive style,
Upon the sweet enchanting smile,
The girl in whom the smile did glow,
And who became a rose in snow.
No sign of spirit anywhere
Because the hunter ruled the land.
The wild wind was his chosen band,
It’s roar was music to his ears,
And festive were the frozen years.
Pure ice, the lands in his domain,
For other seasons made no gain
Upon his cold demanding soul.
He vowed no season would unfold
Because the summer was so weak
Against the winter at it’s peak.
Oh, he had heard of other climes
Which were revealed by foreign signs.
He knew such things were based upon
The gods who wove the falsest dawn
To ever grace the earth and sky;
Besides, he knew, spring made you cry.
The hunt alone kept him alive,
And only winter fuelled the drive
To guarantee a hunt’s success.
It was the way he did impress
The citizens of his domain
Whose freedom none would ever regain.
So wrapped in thought, he didn’t hear
The timid knock of one in fear
Who needed shelter for the night.
She dearly wished to end her plight
And share some laughter for awhile-
The girl with April in her smile.
She knocked again. This time he heard.
He grabbed the door without a word,
Prepared to crush the foolish one
Who dared to make his dream undone.
With iron fist, he pulled the door
And halted fast, touched to the core.
She’s beautiful, his thoughts they ran,
A fine companion for a man,
And I am worthier than most.
From hereon in I’ll be her host
That she will come to prize my heart,
And for our future make a start.
The hunter always got his way
But then, to guarantee she’s stay,
He locked her in the dungeon dark.
Some time in there might fan a spark
Of love to light her shining eyes
Without the wherefores and the whys.
By day, he waited patiently,
By night, he dreamed so joyfully
Of her remaining by his side.
But fickle is the rolling tide
And sorrow filled her heart, not love,
Which springs from kindness, not a shove.
She faded with the passing sun,
And swiftly did her essence run
‘Til finally her eyes she closed.
Once she had given up the ghost
The hunter cast her in the snow
And swore to let the old ways grow.
At first, the hunter was content
To realize his dreams were spent,
And he began to hunt anew.
So glad to know the wild wind blew,
He little thought about her style-
The girl with April in her smile.
But as he hunted one fine day
His happieness was torn away.
The wild wind shrieked, the trees they danced,
His heart exulted at the chance
To kill, and kill, and kill once more
Just like the gods he did adore.
But then, as if he struck a wall
Or heard an unfamiliar call,
He stopped. Before him in the snow
There was a single bright red rose.
Unshaken by the wild wind’s roar,
It spoke of spring and so much more.
He knew the girl and rose were one,
The center of a world so young.
The girl with April in her smile
Still had the power to beguile.
Much more than all the gods above
He spirit spoke of hope and love.
The temple is no longer bare,
The hunter’s always going there
To muse, in nonaggressive style,
Upon the sweet enchanting smile,
The girl in whom the smile did glow,
And who became a rose in snow.
I did not write this, it was written for me. But I thought it needed to be shared, and I knew that you would all appreciate it for how beautiful it is.
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