© 2009 Hachiko Yukimora
Doors will fling open
among murmuring crowd
the chorus will sing an ominous tune
dainty footsteps will sound
the halls empty with guest
drained of all rosy cheeks and flesh
No warmth.
A cold breeze
A man at ease
To tease and to breath
Icy breaths
Exchanged so easily
Recoil to our corners
Into the Winter Rose
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