Winter Is Coming

Snow for hair,His sigil is the wolves’ eyes,His voice, a dance of wind,His soul unveils all your lies. He may seem harsh,He will prepare you for everything,He will wage wars until,You learn to love your own being. He will bring soft showersTo reward your patience,He will cackle with laughterWhen you die for your arrogance. His

Running Away From A Word

Have you ever heard one word that hits closer than others? The person saying it may not mean any harm, but does it still pierce your heart when everyone associates you with it? For others, it’s a two-syllable word. For me, it’s much more than that. Boring. That’s the word which I detest when used