Ice is sharp yet it is also vary beautiful
can it be this fine weapon is a shield
have you seen it yet all of its soul
opaque and clear it will not to us yield
oh the beauty and the dread it shares
sharp chill it gives to me my vary soul
ever more it releases all my cares
and yet while helpful it shall take its toll
securing me in her ever warm embrace
her wrath makes all crazy who are not already
insanity it hides her lovely face
evil and good we will always keep steady
leaving this life behind I choose a shield
defending my true love my fate is sealed
I choose a shield
Forever my life I yield
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
