The earth like my soul awaits for the renewal of spring, after being blanketed by the cold grey days of winter. Having been held firmly and fiercely in it’s grip, smothering the life breath from it’s lungs. Heart fighting to beat against the constriction of it’s chest.
Waiting for the sun to melt the icy grip away. To chase the darkness, and shadows back to the outside of the fortress walls. Waiting for the colours of life to return. Waiting for the warm breeze to revive the princess’s hope and joy.
Come quickly light of life, the darkness threatens to completely overtake!
Beautiful Remade 