Winter Night Poem by San Dii

cold winter night
the wind is telling me
a story about love
that lived once upon a time
that was a love
that world never saw before
playful and smiling
warm and alive
but also gentle a fragile
one day a black hunter came
he heard a story about that love
but his soul knew only the pain
his eyes saw only the dark
and he wanted to see
the love the world was telling him about
pure and innocent
the one you can only imagine
the one you live for
the one you can die for
so the love has spoken to the hunter
the words so warm and tender
touching him with her gentle fingers
painting him the nicest sky
with sun and moon and the stars
telling him a stories
about far away seas
with warm sand coasts
a stories about living a dreams
with no pain
no hate and no tears
the love was making the finest net
of a beautiful strings around the hunter
trying to melt the ice in his chests
but the ice wouldn't melt
the pain and anger were so strong that love
couldn't break
day after day love fight the pain
sun fight the rain
and love become weaker and weaker
closing her eyes, whispering silently
wounded with the ice needles
from the hunters heart
love died
now she rests in a silent place
covered with petals of a eden flower
watered with tears of angels
waiting for the day
to rise again
to tell her nicest stories
to paint the warmest sun
to dream the dreams with no pain
no hate and no tears