The End Poem by Hannah York

The End



Ice and fire battling,
Unyielding strong minds,
A rush of power,
The destroying of kinds.

Hold together a passionate flame,
A grasp at threads still unclaimed,
Do not utter yet his name.

Though frozen to this holy place,
A heart beating yet still encased,
Smother now thy burning flames,
The earth be glacial again.

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