Winter frost
Of hellscape moors
Crystal shards
Thawed and frozen
Shattered fractals
Forever broken
This is my barren wastes
My hell bore
In still living space
Evermore casting the same mistakes
In warmth
The pines
Bristle promise
To be frozen
In chills of hoar frost
The heart is tired
In death tormented
For loss
And love
The figurine is Shattered
Too much lost to be reforged
In wars
Beaten and tattered
Very little more matters
Of yet there’s never
A escape
And never gentle
Warm touch
Of heavens tender embrace
From birth to death
Unwanted waste of space
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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