Winter Thrice

Cold runs the river, warm runs my blood. The old signs quiver and my mind-mountain releases a flood. A life nerve in a barren era, raised by the heat of the sun. I drink its potion from well and caldera. Through earth-veins it flows, forming a canyon. Ice draped rocks, flesh cover bones. The cabals of eternity burn in the night. As the watercourse that rinses all stones, unify my path with the river site. Cold runs the river, warm runs my blood. Groundwater recharge, blood pumping heart. Circulatory systems refined. Streams of wonder, where my torrent starts. Time and motion aligned. Ice draped rocks, flesh cover bones. The cabals of eternity burn in the night. As the watercourse that rinses all stones, unify my path with the river site. As the river of time and nature's crown. Face season's last breath and the final exploration. As the river of time and nature's crown. Face season's last breath and the final exploration. The surface is numb, blood slows down. Frozen landscape, human deterioration. Cold runs the river, warm runs my blood. The old signs quiver and my mind-mountain releases a flood. As the river of time and nature's crown. Face season's last breath and the final exploration. Ice draped rocks, flesh cover bones. The cabals of eternity burn in the night.

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025

Inner landscapes provide the ground for structures. Development plans, architectural design. Nature in it's purest form. Intuition feeds the progression. Read me, decipher every word. Then multiply the dormant issues. Just tear me down, then build me up again. Accentuate, proliferate, recreate. Vines and trees, new species on cultivated grounds. Planned sequences and astonishing leaps. Everything grows, everything dies. Everything grows, everything dies. Everything regenerates. Blueprints come in three letter systems. Inside repeats the outside repeats the inside. The distance between what we see and how we see it. A perpetual cycle of adjustments. Read me, decipher every word. Then multiply the dormant issues. Just tear me down, then build me up again. Accentuate, proliferate, recreate. Echoes of what was, resound in what is. Between organic structures and inside them.

Shores retreat in disarray. Melting glaciers lead the demise, and connects to the rapidly rising tide. A ramming fluid out of firm ice. A wall of waves and an abyss of water. Drench the land, coastal erosion. Submerged by the increasing sea levels slaughter. It stirs our inner ocean. Shores retreat in disarray. Melting glaciers lead the demise. A wall of waves and an abyss of water. Drench the land, coastal erosion. When chaos calls, a drowning of the skyline. A world ruled by horizontal waterfalls. They flood out of pandemonium's... They flood out of pandemonium's shrine. We're buried by persistent snowfall. It levels out topography. When chaos calls, a drowning of the skyline. A world ruled by horizontal waterfalls. No more hindrance for the storm to call. Out to destruction and catastrophe. Periodic freezing unsettles, building a kingdom of frost. Chaos dressed in a calm fettle, set to efface and to exhaust. Submerged by the increasing sea levels slaughter. It stirs our inner ocean. When chaos calls, a drowning of the skyline. A world ruled by horizontal waterfalls. When chaos calls, a rift in earth's core. A world ruled by horizontal waterfalls. They flood out of pandemonium's... They flood out of pandemonium's shrine.

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025

The trails of existence thrust into the future. A future that crumbles, riddance by revulsion. Woven roots uphold the ground, earthly bound. The ground we walk, the ground we fought. Woven roots uphold the ground, earthly bound. Rivers drift into eternity, draining the potency. The endless maze, the blinding haze. Shimmering stars uphold the course. Waves that rave the coastal line. Rain that reaps the breeding soil. Wind that pierces the heart of man. The fire that burns all creatures around. Waves that rave the coastal line. Rain that reaps the breeding soil. Wind that pierces the heart of man. The fire that burns all creatures around. The trails of existence, entwined through history. Eras that passed in degenerative haste. Grind the roots, withering ground. The ground we walked, the ground we fought. Waves that rave the coastal line. Rain that reaps the breeding soil. Wind that pierces the heart of man. The fire that burns all creatures around. The ground we walked, the ground we fought. A past that holds the dawn of man. A march that crumbles stones to sand. The vast exploration, the last ravage. The vast exploration, the last ravage. The prodigies of ruination. Erodent, a past that holds the dawn of man. Erodent, a march that crumbles stones to sand. The trails of existence, entwined through history. Waves that rave the coastal line. Rain that reaps the breeding soil. Wind that pierces the heart of man. The fire that burns all creatures around. Waves that rave the coastal line. Rain that reaps the breeding soil. Wind that pierces the heart of man. The fire that burns all creatures around.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 23, 2025

Noctilucent! Deep in the twilight, crystals of water ice. Lightened by a sun that dwells below the view point. Eerie and shining clouds on darkening skies. As dust and vapor conjoin. Noctilucent! Deep in the twilight, crystals of water ice. Lightened by a sun that dwells below the view point. Eerie and shining clouds on darkening skies. As dust and vapor conjoin.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 23, 2025

The boundary is my stronghold, I push the glacier towards the edge. Stepping across the horizon's threshold with an unexplored domain to wedge. I catch the sun and tame the flares, as thunder strikes for a hundred years. I climb the hills, I climb the hills. I climb the hills, they are my stairs, to the starry sky and to the ardent spheres. Terminus, I catch the sun and tame the flares. Terminus, as thunder strikes for a hundred years. The culmination and the foundation, first man to the end of the world. The gateway and the manifestation of the borders I expand in a storm swirled. Beyond the branches, deep in the sources. I have my home, I have my trust. The elemental outline of the universal courses, while sea and land clash under stellar dust. I climb the hills, they are my stairs, to the starry sky and to the ardent spheres. Terminus, beyond the branches and deep in the sources. Terminus, I have my home, I have my trust. The elemental outline of the universal courses. First man to the end of the world. While sea and land clash under stellar dust. Raised to seek, grown to see the flames of creation and prosperity. At the end of the path I build my fortress, with pillars of dreams and nature's primeness. Raised to seek, grown to see the flames of creation and prosperity. At the end of the path I build my fortress, with pillars of dreams and nature's primeness. Primeness! Raised to seek, grown to see the flames of creation and prosperity. At the end of the path I build my fortress, with pillars of dreams and nature's primeness. Raised to seek, grown to see the flames of creation and prosperity. At the end of the path I build my fortress, with pillars of dreams and nature's primeness.

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 23, 2025

The hills erode, a change of landmarks And ancient trees are skinned Of (leaves) branches and the outer bark By an ever blowing wind Its rule and strength lead the rise and fall Insects drift along the sweeping regime At mountainous locations massive rainfall Still, birds follow their inner scheme From the polar cyclone A timeless and transparent grindstone And by the trade winds of the equator The air flow builds a subtropical gyrator The hills erode, a change of landmarks And ancient trees are skinned Of (leaves) branches and the outer bark By an ever blowing wind From the polar cyclone A timeless and transparent grindstone Pressure is high but the sun angle is low Dominant winds Pressure is high but the sun angle is low Dominant winds scalp the ridge's crest Cooling and condensation grows It hauls from the north and heads from east to west We're strapped in this blusterous maze Still unaware of its daily toil We'll get a glimpse of its power and pace As we're standing on degraded soil From the polar cyclone A timeless and transparent grindstone And by the trade winds of the equator The air flow builds a subtropical gyrator

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025