Tooth of the beast
the cold a loving family
the ice a romance
ships stranded
a dinner table
of fearful humans
looking for an escape
but running into blood and ice like gravy
The sea is solid
it walks no more
neither do men
heaven frost
Broken ships near a lost igloo
stained and scarred
vampire air
fog and blizzard coming down in columns
warmth so foreign and untangible
Like a motherless son trapped in a mine
as the deep freeze slowly wraps around each shaft
Like a serpents tail
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