Frozen Wasteland

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The frozen wonderland of broken backs and dreams

Whispers softly in my ear as the chill winds sting

Tears of the lost souls prance around the valley below

To the tune of the spawn of the dead

Listen closely to the winter chill

As she sings in your ears and bites your nose

Dance, dance into the frost

Don’t answer her call as your soul faults and falls

Knowing this is the beginning to your end

Come to the wasteland of dreams

To the end of all ends

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Tiffany P.

December 22, 2007