Ice King
Sanctuary breeched
Stole cube of ice you hold dear
Grasping your power
Season weakens you
Seething and stabbing my palm
Fighting against clutch
Ceded power now
Few months away, cold revenge
encasing my world
*** These days we hold Ice dear, then winter comes and it's despised.
Adam Hapworth
Copyright © Adam Hapworth | Year Posted 2013
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