Rings of Ice

No rings rest upon their fingers now

Except maybe rings of ice

Etched across their skin

Freezing memories in their pores

Reminding them of what they can't forget

The bond travels through their veins

Hardening their once warm hearts

They put on their disguises

As if we're not affected by the cold

But the ice spreads to all of us

I feel it creeping up my toes

It will consume my every breath

Until all warmth is lost in me

And no ring will rest upon my finger

Except maybe a ring of ice.

The End

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