Watching the trees sharp as the darkest night awakens
Bitter and cold and the breeze of rushing nights.
Awake to the sharp razor points of ice,
Air so dark as to move the dead.
Giving you constant chills like a shark.
Beating the cold unmorbid beauty of the night’s deadly arena.
Sweating while the owls who and the wolfs howl.
Chills run up my deep dark spine. Turning glaring into the emptiness that
surrounds.
In terror that kills my waking breath cold as ice crystals.
I kiss the one last breath within one last cold claming breath that covers
my freezing body.

 
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