The Frozen Dead
On the bleeding tundra, men are strewn . . . Like snow that melts to water Their souls to Hell rise hotter Ice buries hearts in slaughter Captured brothers lie like fodder Oyster-pearls left by helpless otter The Magi guards his tower-totter In hatchless trepidation, the King seeks His throne . . .
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J. Maw
I care not so much what I am to others as what I am to myself. Michel de Montaigne
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