Late October Lullaby
October 18, 2025 at 5:10 PM
White day, point blanc.
White clouds, white sun
seeps through, bleaches out
barren trees, empty ground,
coats the world in hoar crust.
White cars, dull with dust.
Steel pools left by rain
glimmer silver, grey again.
Cold wind wipes white breath,
singes, sings of peaceful death.
A good day to start anew,
to forget all you knew,
let the blood and fire and tears
freeze and dry, dry and freeze.
Let them lie, let them die.
Soon it all will be white
with snow and ice.
Through your eyes
whiteness flows,
coldness crawls
into your soul.
Oh, don't fight it, please.
Don't be frightened please.
See how right, how bright it is...
Rest in peace.
