Beauty and Destruction

Parent Poem: Zelrizeal's The Next Mile

**Note, I have changed the word poisonous (Stanza 1, Line 4) to resistant to make the meaning more clear. **

My soul is of ice

My armor of milk

My hair is pure white

A resistant silk


Fire, the cleanser

Of impurity

Kissed my moist skin, and

Fervently blessed me


Elements birthed my

Three brothers and I

But I alone on

Burning blazes lie


I cradle the dead

I am robed in stars

I am frightening,

Wondrous, and bizarre.


The End

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