Thee ice doth crest thine heart
This wicked night
Shattering mine dreams apart
Such is mine plight
Thee ice doth crest thine mind
This shadow fouled morn
Love shall I never find
So die I must, alone, forlorn
Thee ice doth crest the land
This contemptuous day
Where I make mine final stand
Kissing mine sins away
Written By:
Ian L. Niswonger
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The Wolf And His Pen
PuisiEvery Wolf has a sensitive side, if you take the time to see it.
