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Winters teeth

Bite the hands and

Eyes and 

Mouth

With moon-melted

Tears

That once challenged

The sun

The storm is 

Gone

And ever

Shall be

It cannot last

Neither can the

Snows

Nor the eyes

Who held them

Soft angels

Wrapt in tears

And humanity

Lost in the

Pain of suffering

Mortals

As they pluck another

Soul

From death's 

Red slick hands

Washed in war

And empty eyes

For he must be

Presentable

As he is 

Professional

No one cares about

The light so much

As the blind

And these are those

Who are eaten by

Winter's teeth

These are those with

Empty eyes

Lossless

Gainless

Lifeless

They wash 

Death's hands

And free the stars

From the fear

That all

Have lived to see

The Sun