Alone
Born on a December morning
The offspring of the frost
The boy, ruthless and cold-hearted
became lost.
Looking through the blanket of snow
into the depths of his heart,
onle to find
a life
that was falling apart.
He knew no warmth
only the coldness
surrounded by death.
His breath
whisked away
buried in ice.
never to return.
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