Frost lines her hair
Natural colors being hidden
In white
Snow gathering at her feet
Buried in the core of ice
No cloth to protect
Her frail skin so blue
Juggling the thoughts
She freezes, chilled to the bone
Turned to living ice woman
The air fills her lings
And grips them
With a hand of Death
Sensations fill her cells
Dying inside out
Outside in
Deep within her spirits core
Though the exoskeleton
Of her body be ice,
It feels the fires of pain
Burn her from the inside
A contest entry
- ways to burn by second-born.
500 points, ended April 25, 2008, 8 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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wow...this piece is spectacular...an excellent presentation of 'burn'...thank you for sharing this poem!
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Mmmmmm...I like this one a lot. It has the genuine feel of truely freezing pain. Impressive. Another great work of penmanship Cube.
Yours Falsely,
Autumn Jewel
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sad,
so cold it burns!! got that from an xmen comic. anyway great poem only thing line 11 you spelt lings instead of lungs. anyway man you da man!
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