Warm Freeze
Pattering drops of rain on the shattered remains
Of my ebbing heart murmur as the twilight fades
In the ears of the dark blooming
Under the sheath of the eclipsed sky
‘Let me flow over the fire that burns
in the harrowing silence of a grave
That dwells in the dingy corners of filth
Where festers the flesh of memories riddled with guilt
The leaden clatter of my broken pieces
Shall stitch the wound left open in the cold
Ages ago by the warriors of morn
And those of the smiling dawn
A drop, though cold, shall light a hued flame
To melt the ice that hides the moon behind life’s maze’
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