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Mar 2014
Out my window, plain and clear,
I see a visage there appear.
In the dark, cold, winter night,
through thick, blue mist, an icy blight,
I see a figure, obscured and tall
and feel a sinking in my gall.
It's arm extends, and points at me,
a silent curse, condemning me
as I stand and turn to run
a rapid beat my heart's begun,
I look away and see the pile,
the gleaming product of my guile.
A gold bar tower of ill-gain,
crumbling now, 'tis my life's bane.
Pushing through the golden sea,
the door I grasp for desperately
Behind me the ice-blue mist is blowing
The glass then shatters, the room's now glowing.
The ice, it crept, crept up my toes,
up my fingers and  above my nose,
the bitterness within my soul
and hatred grasp, and take control.
The gold starts melting, my precious treasure.
Now I'm  judged by different measure.
The floor below me starts to crack
At this point there's no turning back.
My soul dives down below the glow
of icy mist and molten flow
Below the ground it is much hotter
on the edge I teeter totter
between the world and blazing tomb
where pain and fear and flames consume
finally I tumble down
The end is here, in smoke I drown.
Taylor McDonnell
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Taylor McDonnell
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