THE COLD, HIS LOVE
In the cold winds, he travels alone
This is the only way he has ever known
He has no heart, it has died long ago
So he enjoys the embrace of the ice and snow
His sword by his side, the cold is his best friend
Relentless, aggressive and knows no end
The companion to his loneliness, they make the perfect pair
As he stops to admire the frigid winter air
He feels alive now, at least there's that
Knowing that's all he'll ever have
His chances of love has come and gone
He wants to die but he must go on
The cold lovingly embraces him as he forgets his sadness
Soothes his pain and slow descent into madness
He thinks of the Queen who once crushed his heart
The day his hopes were blown apart
Ever since then he has wandered the Frozen lands
Fighting to protect himself with his sword in his hands
His only love now is the beautiful cold
His love that will only embrace him until I grow old.
©2013 Darryl Mouzone
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