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A Change Of Cold
His arms embrace about her.
He holds her limp body taut.
Pale, lull, lax, she does not stir.
How lively she had once been,
Inbound by boundless freedom.
But now that freedom worn thin,
He holds her, praying stir from her come.
So cold she felt in warm arms wrapped.
Marble statues on winter’s eve
Have more warmth to give than she,
Whose laugh, breathe, and pulse have gapped.
With fire he tried to heat her hand.
Nay, cold kept hold its grip too tight.
And so did he their wedding bands
Through out the days of lightless night.