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as the cold seeps to the bone

slithers far beneath the skin

to the coursing blood within,

lamenting silently, so forlorn

tainting crimson, steals the heat

bitter cold, doth from it retreat

coursing innards with deepend scorn

the poison as it takes it's toll

upon the life, and tortured soul

shattered fragments, mangled, torn

ails the body, mind and all

wretched form, shall break and fall

but for us, none shall mourn