Immortal
One small hand
on the face of
a glacier sends
a fever fury
to encompass
the faint heart.
One spark for life
and pale ash skin
becomes brazen.
A glow to
show the
future frenzy.
A soul has
been doused
but a legacy
is illuminate.
One orb of light
to reignite a
desolate grave.
Be brave
in the sight
of darkness
incarnate.
One sigh
to surrender
completely.
One taste
to be consumed
by the scarlet.
One last breath
swallowed is
a key to eternity.
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