![]() Hymn of the battle withinA Poem by Indrid ColdThe light has shed its skin The scorching embers burn within Like fire molds the shards of glass The curses of old have come to pass As old man winter takes a breath I reflect on life with no fear of death You fight the beast all on your own And find yourself in the deep unknown In blackest night the war raged on Until peace found me before the dawn © 2017 Indrid Cold |
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