Monday, February 22, 2010

Ice Ice

Ice Ice

Silently it creeps, with no sound it weeps, with deathly motion it finds you, to destroy leaving wounds that cut, oh so deep.

Turn your back, it moves with such speed, murder its motive, yet no trace of its path.

With sunlight, it's like a jewel, so pleasant is the viewings of fools

Don't be deceived by its glamour, the noise of its entry, fierce blows from the largest of hammers, whether small, or the large, they're from the same palm, beauty and beast all in one piece.

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