Winter is gone

The world is same, but I am not:
I see it through newer eyes.
One day again a bloody stain
dries into the frozen air
and beats the drums of horror
in dreams of my nemesis.
Look the pouring sky is melting:
sulken, sullen, dark and dripping;
all night and day unending.

It matters not which gates of hell
are gaping wide or locked in cages,
streams of blood still rue the ridges
and redden the eyes of heaven above.

Mark my words, it ain’t that nice;
my every glory, every rise
will poison you and mesmerise
another smiling goblin twice.
Come to me and I will teach:
no lofty sermon blow or preach,
but the knell of truth beseech
unto your lazy ears.

I wonder where those clouds of doubt
went so sparse and lit the air
on every side. It scarcely seems
to resemble the familiar illusion.