white
bright
snow
cool
winds blow
parts
start to freeze
tempatures
down below
you
feel the cold down to your knees
and
see an ice demon riding a breeze
nothing
beats a full moon during a winter's night
to
survive obtaining heat is the key
the
elements don't head to pleads
ride
an albino crow
in
the dark sees
eyes
that glow
bestow
light
Copyright
© 2015 by Patrick B Vince
Diatelle
Poem
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