A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
We Are All Plagued
I woke up standing up
Bolt upright like I was the target of the lightning
Hail falling down across my shoulders
Your snowy mane rife with disease
And you coughed in my direction
Alluding to the second coming
Forget me not
Petals on the floor
Valor by denial of the coming end
With no glory for those who seek death
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