The Cold Ones

We are the Cold Ones, in body and mind:

hollow shells that the soul’s left behind.

Pale, we loom in the darkness and shade

of the castles you’ve left, our fortresses made;

they are hollow as we are.

We are the Cold Ones, deep in our lairs

to hide ashen faces, to escape the stares.

Rejected by those whom we once held dear,

though they pass from this world year after year:

and always they leave us behind.

We are the Cold Ones, our blood runs blue,

dead of life and drained of its rich red hue,

now cold in our veins and cold in our hearts,

only replenished as yours departs.

We live through death.

The End

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