Ice
I watched my body turn to ice
And I didn’t shed a tear
At the numbing of my limbs
And ebbing flow of air.
I watched my form become a mass
Of such penetrating cold;
An effigy of flawless glass
With beauty uncontrolled.
I watched my figure slowly freeze
And oddly found my peace
For I was glowing like the moon
And never would I cease.
Copyright © Christopher Berry | Year Posted 2011
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