The wind howls to the moonlight.
The sand bite into my eyes; oblivious to my plight.
My wounds hurt no more; they've fallen prey to frostbite.
If only I could be touched by the warmth of love's might.
If only the cold wouldn't freeze my heart to stone in a night.
Now; the abyss before me calls for my ride.
It might be too late for me to soar any high.
I will fall into the darkness then; where reach beneath; no light


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