.::Walking down a golden path
.::Embraced by winters edge,
.::My foot caught by a rocks latch
.::and down I fell to an icy bed::.
.::Engulfed by silver streams of dew,
.::I vowed to catch a breath
.::Pressure building around I knew
.::this liquid glass would bring my death::.
.::Before sight had left I saw a hand
.::attached to a halo's wing
.::I knew what you came to demand
.::my life lost to this silver spring::.
 
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