Frozen Hearts
Two people trapped in a wood
Where the sun waits too long to rise
One holds flint, the other steel
Sadly any thoughts of survival
Are clouded by despise
Their bodies grow cold
As the snow continues to blow
But neither their shivers, nor their coats
Can warm their hearts
Save their souls
Frost bitten fingers
Leave stubborn minds unchanged
Woefully their ire lingers
Prejudice blinds them to the pain
The only thing that can warm them now
Is brimstone and hellfire
Together on a throne they’ll sit
In the devil's fiery empire
Copyright © Zachary Addams | Year Posted 2016
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