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Blue so black,
A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty;
Points of diamond ice prick splendour
Into this thin, still-born air.

Breath is wreathed around my face,
Silver sinking, mouth to ground;
A glittering mist of moisture's stasis
Beads the frozen earth with glass.

Silence, heavy,
Hope lies cold
And petrified in ancient wells.
Rime and reckoning sharp and clear
Are iron on the Faerie flesh.

Cut the winter midnight cleanly;
Lay a kiss upon my brow;
Envelop me in arms of wonder
And waken all that may be left
And blaze to life this ashen heart.

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