Where Summer and Winter Meet

The golden sun descends on silver frost,
two bleeding seasons dance upon the line.
Where burning summer heat is paid and lost,
the icy breath of darkness makes them twine.

A trembling bloom of fire, pure and white,
descends to meet the landscape down below.
Her burning touch ignites the freezing night,
to kiss the pale domain of falling snow.

Though destiny decrees they must depart,
an endless love is burned into their mind,
and tears their fleeting, earthly lives apart,
they leave a living legacy behind.

The ancient skies record their endless sign,
a timeless bond that mortal years defy.
No passing clock can shake their vow divine,
they break each spring to live beneath the sky.

Deep in the woods where roots of shadows sleep,
the ancient trees hold fast this holy ground.
Where mossy stones and frozen rivers weep,
their breathless, endless tragedy is bound.

The golden leaves of autumn never fall,
they hang locked tight within a cage of ice.
The forest stands to guard them through it all,
a dark and wild, eternal paradise.

Where amber leaves and crystal branches meet,
the canopy ignites in copper sparks.
The pale white frost surrenders to the heat,
while shadows dance across the frozen barks.

A sudden flash of emerald and gold,
melts down the barriers of ice and stone.
The warmest light and deepest winter cold,
blend into hues no mortal eye has known.

Her sun-warmed skin collides with numbing chill,
a sharp and stinging shock of raw desire.
His frozen pulse begins to race and fill,
as icy veins ignite with liquid fire.

They press together, shivering and bright,
steam rises as their touching fingers glow.
A blinding spark of summer in the night,
the deepest crimson bleeding through the snow.

Locked fast within each other's fierce embrace,
they freeze the instant, capturing the flame.
No passing age can ruin or erase,
the silent woodland temple to their name.

The cycle halts, the wheel of time stands still,
a monument where fire and ice compete.
Upon the crest of this immortal hill,
is where the summer and the winter meet.