Winter is coming -
I see it prophesized in the exposed trees,
I taste it predicted upon the crisp breeze,
I hear it forecast as axes bite into wood,
I smell it foretold as frost rims my hood,
I feel it portended in the aching of bone,
Winter is coming - alas I have no home.
I wander through crooked streets in a nameless town,
I can’t go backwards no matter which way I’m bound,
I’ve been here before only in a slightly different place,
A fourth dimensioned door has me travel only in space,
Trapped in one breath with calamity perpetually ahead,
I’m continuously fearing death - yet never quite dead,
My clothing’s torn and patched - my shoes are ragged,
By any person’s description I’m unquestionably tragic,
A bottle gives me warmth as I stumble ahead aimlessly,
Endeavoring to sally forth as an epiphany came to me,
If winter is coming why shouldn’t I simply embrace it,
It’s an odd form of cunning but now I turn and face it.
Winter is coming -
I see it prophesized in the exposed trees,
I taste it predicted upon the crisp breeze,
I hear it forecast as axes bite into wood,
I smell it foretold as frost rims my hood,
I feel it portended in the aching of bone,
Winter is coming - alas I have no home.
I upend the clear bottle and consume the liquid fire,
It’s the only inferno I’ll need as I assemble my byre,
Shoes - you guarded my feet throughout many miles,
But you give me no heat so I’ll stand upon my wiles,
Torn shirt and pants - you have prevented my shame,
But you do nothing to enhance my new innate flame,
I discard these corporal ties and sense myself a god,
As I scream at the sky in the midst of the promenade,
“Do your worst… I’ll not tremble at your presence”,
Thunder rolled without - accompanying fluorescence,
The North Wind struck me numb - I stood yet barely,
Winter had come - and now it sought to ensnare me.
Winter is coming -
I see it prophesized in the exposed trees,
I taste it predicted upon the crisp breeze,
I hear it forecast as axes bite into wood,
I smell it foretold as frost rims my hood,
I feel it portended in the aching of bone,
Winter is coming - alas I have no home.
First fingers, toes and ears burned with a bright pain,
Luckily I felt little from the liquor clouding my brain,
Leaves and trash tumbled by - carried upon the wind,
I had never felt so miserable - nonetheless I grinned,
Teeth chattered beneath the onslaught of the tempest,
Eyes are downsized increasingly with passing minutes,
It becomes harder to reason - now I just want to sleep,
Amongst all the seasons why’d I pick this one to beat,
The memory floats aggravatingly just beyond contact,
But I focus patiently and manage to acquire it on back,
I’ll finally be free of this existence prefaced by non-,
Yes, winter is indeed here - but I… I am finally gone.
Here's the link to the battle:
and here's my two links:
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=118962
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=118959
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