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Frozen in place

Glazing the souls

The tombs of all

These wasted monuments sit still

No steaming breath to be revealed

The storm that covers is not done

Icing the flesh of the last one.

The permafrost spreads far beyond

Iconic citadel not gone

Slumbering the city under white

Where the dead never see the light

The seasons change yet all remains

A dying portrait on a frame

Doomed city’s secrets kept within

Dormant the voices and the screams

Screams

Cold is the atmosphere that dwells

There’s a comparison to hell

These wasted monuments sit still

No steaming breath to be revealed

The storm that covers is not done

Icing the flesh of the last one.