His body was an ice
Moulded with waters of Winter
Her eyes was her asset
Seducing his affectionate perspective.

Warmth was not his comfort
His skin was rough and aged
Tanned by his work
Who was named after Vain.

Fresh was her spirit
Always of service
To him with icy feelings
But he knew her not.

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People are people
They may come to burn and destroy
Or rescue the soul
For correction and rebuke
For securing the future.

To boast is not our role
To impose is not our right
Humble down one's self
That our land may be healed.

(7/9/14 @xirlleelang)