Northern Winter II

Their Mother, they will not remember.
She laid her eggs in late September
Long before there were Septembers.
Trapped within some frozen hell?
Entranced by heaven’s magic spell?
These ice-bound souls will never tell
The state in which their minds now dwell.
They lay in ice, for a thousand years, suspended,
Minds mixed with the cold night sky,
Mind seeds to the timeless permafrost, appended,
Frozen, not once wond’ring why.
Seeds, un-sprouted ‘til a thousand years have ended.
Eons later, their timeless time is up,
.
Something stirs within their icy pond.
Bringing forth the life, of which we are so fond.
Spring time’s sun,  one day, brings forth
Life to their once frozen north.
Tiny mind-seeds, finally stirring
Awaken into the warm water, 
Hatch into hungry little monsters,
That spread their terrifying wings
For a few brief days
And then return to their mindless ways,
Their minds suspended in winter’s ice
For another thousand dreamless years.
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