1 – Cold Fear – a poem

Through the cold flames I whisper your name,

Fear, oldest of all companions to deliver

What we dread, hate, find malicious about

Ourselves, nature, the universe and more.

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Long have the fires of frozen lakes burned

Through the ages without temperance to stay

The hand without a face, too monstrous

For sight to see, deathly harsh paramour.

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