HOUSE OF ICE

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“ Ice Hotel, Quebec
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A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.
THE DEAD...

 

A house of ice.

Sounds too nice?

It might be.

It’s next to the sea.

Ice statues populate the place.

Just don’t look into their face.

Tales of horror fall from their lips.

Better run away from all this.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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BUT A GHOST OF ME

 

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My life has taken a downward spiral.
All I have taken for granted
is gone in a second.
A fleeting memory
of good times gone by.
Leaving me in a vacuum
of my own despair.
To wander the nights alone.
Voices filling my head.
Ice in my veins.
No one is left
but a ghost of me.

YOUR LAST BOW

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The mighty now fall,

Who had been so tall.

Melting to the sea,

Where no one can see

The majesty of your height

Or the last breath of your fight.

Please don’t leave us now.

Don’t take your last bow.

The earth will be a sadder place

Without your bright and shiny face.

 

THE FOUR MEN

 

I see the men.

They are walking.

Through the cold forest.

Moving closer to my house.

Snow swirls around them.

Their feet crunch on the ice.

There are four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men of the night.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view of them.

I must run.

I must hide.

The four men.

 

SPARKLE FOR ME

 

Sparkle for me ocean blue.

I’ve come here only for you.

Your beauty tempts me this night.

I have given up the fight.

 

 
Wrap you cold arms around me.

I long to be light and free.

Pull me deeper inside.

I have long lost my pride.

 

Your water feels cold and nice.

I’ve become a block of ice.

Icicles hang from my hair.

But I don’t have any fear.

 

Warm me.

Soothe me.

Hold me.

Feel me.

 

I trusted you.

I had loved you.

I am nothing.

I am no more.

 

 

COLD

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The snow melts,

leaving trails to the lake.

A cold wind brushes by,

leaving me goosebumps.

Ice hangs from the trees,

leaving clear spider webs.

Snow covers the grass,

leaving footsteps behind.

I depart this cold scene,

leaving my own behind.

 

FORGOTTEN

 

 

Lost and forgotten.

Dripping in snow.

Frozen with ice.

Wheels shivering.

Handlebars sagging.

Until the spring.

Flowers blooming.

Roads clearing.

Water dripping off.

Wheels turning.

Its seat taken.

Out for a ride.

FORCE WITH NO END

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Waves hit the rocks

With frozen blocks.

They plow through the sand,

Sharp claws in their hand.

They ravage the shore,

Coming back for more.

A battle with no end.

A force we cannot bend.

 

THE COVER OF NIGHT

 

 

THE COVER OF NIGHT

Night is settling in.

Shadows cover the small town.

A town preparing for the evening.

The sun hides its face.

The moon turns in glee.

Time for it to shine.

Time for it to be king.

Time for the stars to twinkle.

For the stars to serve him.

The town turns darker.

The winds become colder.

The soft snow begins to freeze.

Ice hangs from the trees.

Frost covers the windows.

All are inside.

All are safe and warm.

From the moon’s games.

Or so they think.

The moon’s fun

has just begun.

Who will be at its mercy?

Who will be left out in the cold?

Don’t let it be you.