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Lyric № 79709

Winter Is Coming For Me

by Goad

Member since 2004 · Posted 18 Jan 2004 · 3 comments

The winter is coming for me A bower in the teeth of the wind A hillock of snow and black ice It comes with a grave in it's mouth And I'm already cold at the edge I have no reason to tell Why I have blasphemed the sun Why I have sought out the night Then stood and laughed at the moon Why I've been idle in air I think I was born to a fear That a great thing would slip from my grasp Would shatter and turn every head To the skittering silence it left Leaving me barren, undone. So I have watched a sun set From every crossroad I found And awoke every morning the same In a wilderness starting again And the winter is coming for me. The winter is coming for me A bower in the teeth of the wind A hillock of snow and black ice For the wanter and waster a grave And I'm already cold at the edge

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[8] andrewjthomas 26-Jan-04/6:54 PM Reply
first stanza: its instead of it's
i really dislike the entire second stanza, it feels very cliche compared to the rest of the piece
third stanza: barren feels too dramatic
i thought of this as a potential replacement when i read that line:

Leaving my horizon undone.

which leads nicely into the next stanza with the sun setting
also, nice refrain at the end
[n/a] Goad › andrewjthomas 27-Jan-04/4:00 AM Reply
this pome was really intended as a joke, it's all clichés. I put a little effort into the anapestic trimeter, but no effort into the content or imagery. Isn't that what a lyric is, lol?
[8] andrewjthomas › Goad 27-Jan-04/9:21 AM Reply
i'd have to disagree
i think a lyric piece can be wonderful
and avoid cliché
anyway, why write jokes when you could write something great?