My White WinterWinter comesWinter goesThe ice it stingsThe wind it blowsMy world keeps turningAway from the sunHiding my faceAway from everyoneThe wind it stopsThe ice it meltsIs it the springOr something elseAll I know isWhen I'm with youThe warmth makes my days of whiteTurn into blueThere may be many milesBetween us nowBut the distance will vanishSomedaySomehowAll I know isThe warmth your presence bringsTurns my white winterInto a blue spring
In The Beginning (Prologue) In The Beginning (Prologue) I tiptoed down the dark hallway.The icy wooden floor always stung at my feet. The door to my father's study was slightly open, letting a sliver of bright light streak up and down the opposing wall.My father never left the door open. I peered into the light and my eyes widened as I slowly pushed the door.Papers and torn books were strung all over the floor and flew through the air, along with other various objects. In the center of this chaotic atmosphere stood a boy who looked my age. His eyes darted from book to book.A navy blue, leather-back book caught his attention. And so did I.
Grim (Stave Three)My head tilted to the side as the loud tire-screeching rustled the nearby flora. "There goes my peace for the evening." I sighed, watching the noisy vehicle swerve into sight from the seclusion of the trees.The rusty, old van skidded in my direction, stopping only inches away from me. The archaic window rolling down sluggishly caught my attention. "What’s up out there!?” His overly-excited voice boomed from inside the vehicle. "Shut it!" I barked, slapping the hood of the van violently. "SHIT-"The passenger's side door popped open.I calmly strode to the door, purposely slamming it as I plopped into the black leat