Life is winter
Life is pain
By enduring
You may gain,
A chill so haunting
A love so daunting
It stands above
Swaying ponderously.
Awaiting consent
For it’s descent
To crush you completely
And make you anew.
To smother your spark
Leave it in dark
A reluctant tapeworm
Extracted by force.
Replaced with a germ
Expanding and firm
To fill you with hope
The truest love you’ve known.
– Vagabond Prophet
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