Perhaps

the fire – the wretched heat,

withered pond, toxic sun.

Cherished Blood tumbles

at your hand,

You gambled with the

Devil and won.

And now, the cold,

the frigid ice

in parts of

Earth where

they are not,

you bring light

news hidden –

Alloy of the heart

fusing the Tiny and

 the Great – a place 

where Love lingers

and wrestles her

opponent – Hate.

01 – 28 – 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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