After leaves fall and the orange theme disappears,

Comes fluffy cotton: so gentle, so clear.

Smiles show, happiness blazes, kids fly

To a known world covered in a white dye.

Pines, cypresses and oaks all clothed in white,

While houses lay dormant at the ice-cold rise,

Standing, lifeless, just gazing through.

Woods crackle in chimneys inactive all awhile,

People embracing blankets, looking fragile!

But I’m standing all alone, watching flakes of snow,

Coming down solemnly with a mild glow.

My heart uncontrollably goes and flows,

Quietly, effectively, praising the winter-rose.

An island driven out far to the sea

Served quietly for all its folk,

When suddenly, as soon as it could be,

A rumble from a volcano freely broke.



It all aggravated to a longer roar;

A howl, a crackle, then a mightier growl,

Till boom! Holler! The explosion did soar

Creating a patch of disastrous foul.



Lumps of rock and magma flew

Erupting and terrorizing all that’s around,

The sky so illuminated, what a view,

The clouds all burnt, what a bound!



Cloaks of smoke hazed beyond the sight,

Pressed on people, choking them alive.

Stupendous lava burning so bright,

Scorching the lands with no revive.



The air so stifling, the flames galore,

Painted the world with a catastrophic décor,

Fate has ordered no peace is achieved,

Thus a volcano was well-received.

That day the world closed

Like a rose stripped of bloom,

Like a paper being fold,

Life just wrapped in gloom.



That day I burst into tears:

What to do? Where to start?

With thoughts of utter fear

Slashing my lonesome heart.



I looked upon this earth

Frightened of what I see:

A dark plain stripped of mirth,

Colourless, very uneasy.



That day I lost all hope,

A tragic life, with no support,

Falling off a steep slope,

With no happiness of any sort.



This daunting day I’ll never forget,

All wrongs I did, I’ll ever regret,

This day, my memory will never acclaim,

The day when I, an orphan became.

And amidst the night the killers move

To where the king of all resides;

Daggers tearing the air to remove

What stands of Rome's dirty pride.



And they approach him, murderously so,

Cimber grabbing and pulling him down,

While Casca made an attempt below

To stab the crying god's crown.



And while he tried to elude the strike,

Blinded by blood, he tripped and fell.

The faces of Liberals, with immense dislike,

Drowned the cacophony of stunned yells.



And they thrust themselves forcefully through,

Relentlessly stabbing at the mighty god,

Until one slash twitched his view

By a long-lost friend among the squad.



"And you too, Brutus?" the dying king asked,

Revealing the betrayal of a bitter age,

But the effect of such a fatal task,

Left the corpse in the big, wide stage.



And the slayers fled into the stormy sky,

To be met by a soundless sight,

And they parted themselves hoping to belie,

The wounds of an anguish bite.

And amidst the night the killers move

To where the king of all resides;

Daggers tearing the air to remove

What stands of Rome's dirty pride.



And they approach him, murderously so,

Cimber grabbing and pulling him down,

While Casca made an attempt below

To stab the crying god's crown.



And while he tried to elude the strike,

Blinded by blood, he tripped and fell.

The faces of Liberals, with immense dislike,

Drowned the cacophony of stunned yells.



And they thrust themselves forcefully through,

Relentlessly stabbing at the mighty god,

Until one slash twitched his view

By a long-lost friend among the squad.



"And you too, Brutus?" the dying king asked,

Revealing the betrayal of a bitter age,

But the effect of such a fatal task,

Left the corpse in the big, wide stage.



And the slayers fled into the stormy sky,

To be met by a soundless sight,

And they parted themselves hoping to belie,

The wounds of an anguish bite.