Icy eyes and frosty glares
Frozen hallways, snowy stairs.
Jagged, pointed, woeful spears
Doors chained up, sealed away from the world.
Empty ballroom, deadly breeze,
Last light spurned and scorned with ease.
Cold nights and days alike do blend
like wine and water, dearest friends.
A thousand seconds to a thousand days.
A thousand years is again not strange
to me. I watch it sit on the floor and stare,
pondering aimlessly, still as the air.
Cold, stolid, unable to move, wishing tirelessly to melt and think no more.
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