Needles of obsidian and frozen squalls
The pain of cold amid these frozen halls
Lay down your warmth and go to sleep
Forever our frozen plaything to keep
The cruel light bleaches, rots and thaws
Scattered bodies in a scavenger’s jaws
Lay down your life here in the snow
Eternal oblivion is yours to know
Preserved forever, ’til the planet fails
No time for sorrow, no room for wails
October 16, 2021
From “Needles of obsidian and frozen squalls” by Anonymous
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