An ice heaven awaits.

Frozen statues in paradise.

Parties in the cold of night.

The Dead of night.

The Dead can’t feel the burn.

Their guests twirling among the frozen

Raise their glasses to The Dead and gone.

No melting until the sun shines bright

And The Dead hide their faces.

Take me away from here

Before I become one of them.

The night walkers who seek darkness

and revel in the cold night hours.


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