The cold song
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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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Short verse poem

The cold song

Ice cold fibres oscillate Shatter the frozen air The tips of fingers tear And our senses elate.

Vibrations learn to fit Our formless minds And undo what binds Us to the ice pit.

When bones hit Chasms widen and crack; Music takes us off track Until we feel the last heartbeat.

On chords we sink Our last breaths unite Freeze into the armor of a knight And have it shatter with us in sync.

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