Goodnight, soulmate.

"Twenty"

Written on the seventh of February in 2011 in a fit of hatred towards Winter.

"The sky claws up the side
of the Earth.
Burning away death
and the ethereal world.

Blue with suffocation.
Water scorches with the taste,
of freedom,
hanging upon its lips.

The ashes run freely,
exposing a new generation.
Much like a phoenix.
Life is extracted from the old.

Eyes blind away the old.
An immense weight lifted from our Mother.
A foe defeated time and time again.
Rotation brought more freely."