ICE BURNS HOT

 

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone.

They’ll burn you to the bone.

Fire burns hot in the ice.

It doesn’t feel so nice.

When it hits your body,

Time for them to party.

The Dead love to eat.

Humans their best treat.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

TURNED TO STONE

enyaja:

TURNED TO STONE

I have turned to stone.

I’m chilled to the bone.

The coldness is spreading.

Where can this be heading?

Please help me.

You can see.

Life is at its end.

I can’t even bend.

Who’s my deadly foe?

I still need to know.

Leave me be.

You shouldn’t see

What I’ve become.

Leave and be gone.