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Cold Out
It's cold out tonight.
Not entirely.
Just a bit nippy
With a draft of stillness.
Silence.
I can hear the cackling
Of leaves being baked in the moonlight.
Winds skim through in a flounce
Of my echoed sentiments.
As I step forth.
Hand outstretched
To the obscure Goddess
How frigid the wintry stare
Of her twilight leer.
She takes one hand
And with ice-capped fingertips
Grazes me frozen.
Imbues me white
In a pure encasing.
Saying...
"Now you will know no pain.
A hardened shell of a man
Whom no body
No mind
Can penetrate."
I am steel again
Like before...
A tear streams down my frosty cheek.
And in a moment
It is hardened
Into ice concrete.
