Mercy of God. The tale of the winter forest

Тея Арис
Nils slowly went to move-less Bee.
His steps were like long thunder rolls.
The guy asked God Bee opened lids
of eyes. Cold droplets slowly scrolled
the text of death song on sharp stones.
They fell and fell, and promptly froze.

The guy brought the warm cover. Thrill
didn't let him go. He got the place
which held pale Bee and bent with scream.
A loud echo had rejected in the cave.
Huge Nils was crying over Bee,
embracing her. She was asleep...

Nils whispered mindless soundless spells.
The cave repeated them few times.
The torch too suffocating smell
was infiltrating into lungs.
Nils couldn't take breath. The time slowed down.
He squeezed Bee stronger. Bee gave cry...

                by Thea Ariss
                09.10.2025


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