People feared for this time of year.
Hunger was only a small part of the suffering.
Dark, short days...
Prisoners from the place they call home.
They came at sunset ....
and went away with sunrise.
Sowing fear and destruction
to the villagers this prison.
They came from the high North...
Coming with the Nother wind.
Giving lands the gift...
a gift of death and life.
When the flow by..
a heart of cold came.
Grass became hard..
Flowers closed there eyes...
Trees are shocked by them...
The only cure was spring. Earth turned just as the sun
Sadness and fear light up...
The earlyest flower tryed opening her eyes. Birds came back, Plants started to grow, form love of this sun.
The North Landers vanished.. away from birth and rebirth.
It was balance who kept them alive in that anxiety and emptiness.
Greets form The North Landers
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