The walk dear one so somber in the dark night,
Wicked cold embraces the once warm heartstrings.
Ice crackling under each unsteady cadence stride,
Pulsing out of each crack running out on the side.
At last laying down to slumber on the soft feathers,
Closing out life as the turbulent storm weathers.
Wrapped in a cocoon waiting for the new life to come,
The light that breaks darkness from soul's dull hum.
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