11 The End and the Orb

It’s like an orb in a storm,
From head to toe I’m covered in ice,
But I’m finally warm,
All is dead, and now she’s gone,

Its winter and I’m all alone.
But in the end, it’s like an orb in a storm,
I’m going to die now,
But that’s alright,
That cold won’t rip me apart.
(I’m warm)

© Saxon Drury-Godden 06