We Called The World Our Own

by ianblackpoet

In the cold, forgotten winds

Of winter where we lay,

The world of men abed by night

And occupied by day.

 

Time at peace before our eyes,

Alone, we laughed and wept.

Through the day, we chased the sun,

And through the night, we crept.

 

We walked in endless winter wastes

And scrambled through the trees,

We endured a blizzard’s wrath

And fell into the breeze.

 

In the cold, forgotten winds

Of winter where we lay,

The world of men, abed by night

And occupied, by day.

 

We were kings of barren white,

We ruled the land, alone,

Still, I tell the tale of when

We called the world our own.