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Dawn of  Ice


Cold can be such a relative term
When it's a1,000 degrees in the shade
A frozen breeze is a chill as it burns
Like a fire with ice in its haze...
Embolding to be as its numbing my grasp
While I try to reach out for a flame,
Thats summoning me so Im caught in a blast
Of some Legacy I'm to obtain...
Arosen we come into cinder and burn 
Every crystal that tries to take form 
But chosen we need to escape from the urn
So our ashes can finally be born...
And finally free what is melting away
Like a phoenix that rose from the mist,
In time yet to be more than just a display
But of "something" that begs to exist...
The cold can be such a relative term
Depending on where it will end
But inside your heart is where you can confirm
Where the melting point needs to begin...



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