Guillotine
Guillotine
The star said to the snow
‘You be the teeth I’ll be the fins’
And together in this way
Circling around their towns
They never stood a chance.
The flake replied with whimsy
‘I think not, fair sky, I wish only
To dance uncontested for a time
Before I give up the spotlight
Once again.’
The light of night now angered,
‘Good shard of winter,
Mighty blade of frost
Look at them!
Do you not see the way
They parade their injustice!
Come now you are after all
The guillotine of seasons,
This is your destiny
I beg thee do your work!’
The blowing rivers of white
Shouted through the gale,
‘It’s true I cause many deaths,
But know my far off brother
It’s only to ensure
That they can be reborn
Something better something clean
Something like me pristine.’