Winter’s Cold Heart
a lunegay
winter stirs at the
cave’s dark mouth
a pure puff of white
burnt-metal stench manifests
louring clouds brighten briefly
something beats against
bone chill wind
shadow wanes and swells
out of the wrack a
dopplered scream
the blood-spattered field
in blowing snow something moves
amber glint blinks
much too close
riding against the
snow dragon
bones for the spring melt
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