Glace Palais

A poem to keep. To keep till spring ar leasr.
The sun sets low,
The ice shines bright,
But more will come tonight

The crystals stick
Building towers tall
So high it might fall

The turrets shine
The courtyard bare
Of merchants fare

Panes of windows
Paper thin
Against a mighty gale do win

So strong and proud
As snow begins to coat
The hardened frozen moat

As midnight passes all is still.
The air is filled with silence full
When suddenly it breaks
like the waves fore a ship's hull

A lute is played
Night comes to life
No more worries no more strife

But be aware
Wait not to long
For comes the sun so strong

The water drips
Down walls of ice
Sounds pitter like the feet of mice

The towers quake
And threat to crack
If not a cold wind holds them back

But today is the first day of spring
And all the life rejuvenates
And the world the cold does not berate

So till next cold spell
My castle a puddle lay
Mon pauvre glace palais
(My poor ice castle)
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Published: 8/11/2010
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