My Post (2) (8)

Born of fire and ice
Yet this is not life
Upon every breath
I bring only death

To those that would come
Their hearts be undone
From all that I am
Above and below they withstand

My father of flame
What is to gain
My mother of cold
Never to behold

This blood drips thick
If only to quit
One more is enough
A door forever shut

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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