Like fearsome charcoal masks
Branching across the sky
Immobile and impassive
Extending wide and high
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Embraced in a shroud of white
A mystery imbedded in ice
Away that day you went
Never looking back
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Stalking and snarling in darkness
Shading such a haunted, cursed face
Dwelling alone in refuse and pain
A somehow fitting and expected place
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Off to tomorrow we go
Inevitable it always will be
Because that is where the future lies
And to achieve it is our destiny
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Death comes knocking at my door
Gently calling
Enclosing like a fog
Softly stealing away the light
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I witnessed a passing glimmer
And jumped joyously at first glance
Clutching dreams and muddy tools
In hopes of promised riches at last
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Because he does not want
And he does not need
His fire won’t burn for me
But that is the drive I feel
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You course like lava throughout
Igniting, engulfing what you touch
From the extremities to innermost
Slow, steaming stream of fire
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Do you hear her calling
How well she knows your name
You recognize her softness
And realize why she came
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