A... morbid poem on winter and prompt: cold embrace. Sorry about the topic, but Merry Christmas! :D
So here I shall offer my last benediction.
You held hands with frosty fingers. You hugged in a cold embrace... poem on today's prompt "cold embrace"
A grandmother and her grandson. Now vampire. They don't talk about it.
Your silver-blues Met my marble eyes
The cold embrace of failing to hang on.
Cold Embrace. I didn’t have much time to write it, so it’s definitely not my best, but this image immediately popped into mind when I read the prompt. Thanks for reading!
Something cold to witness.
I don't know if this exactly fits the theme, but... It sort of makes sense.. So deal with it.