coldness
The cold night of the freezing december
Calls for the need of the burning ember
As i look out the window for the snow to admire
All that could be heard was the crackling fire
I took the final sip of my wine
As a wave of coldness ran down my spine
I got up against my will
To go back i would kill
I felt the coldness once again
Like we were connected with some sort of chain
I walked my way outside
In my robe full of pride
I touched the snow
And watched it glow
As I was in the cold night of the freezing december
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