1 The first poem?

There once was a world covered in frost.

Swords covered in webs with words embossed.

The shadows linger just out of sight.

Omnipotent readers viewpoints alight.

What will we find?

What will we do?

A world asunder with death anew.

The forest covered with the mornings dew.

Refracting the world once onto...

The words the wind blew... that fateful night...