Ice

Peel the lore from me

Until I am nothing more

Than creaking pine branches

Groaning under the snow,

Waving in the arctic breeze.

.

Go on and dip your fingers

Into the hollows of my trunk

And pull out the shooting stars

Lodged in the gentle bones

Of a ribcage as cold and cruel

As the arctic tundra itself.

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I am a monster covered in snow,

Glittering in the way of some

Benevolent dreamer when I am

The violent tongues lashing out

From the surface of the sun.

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There is fury in my soul.

Prehistoric, wanton, unyielding.

The ice is in my eyes already,

Tightly gathered like spears.

This is a swansong,

A lovely dive into the freeze.

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A.N: Back from a little break! And hopefully my inkwell is refilled and ready to write again :)