AN: This is kind of a spur of the moment thing. Wrote it for lit class a couple years ago, and found it while looking through my old files.
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Frozen, Heartless, and cold
Such is the world in the days of old
Feelings are gone, color forgotten
Only empty darkness is begotten
A single light in a sea of darkness
But I am waiting nonetheless
I am watching, looking for a helping friend
Knowing all the past joys are about to end
Sitting on the edge of the dark, poisoned sea
I see a reflection of the remnant, me.
But I am surrounded by shadows,
shadows of the past, of mountains and meadows
When the world was a bright as a glowing fire
I remember, still remember,
when the world would not tire.
But now I sit on a cliff
over the dark, poisoned sea.
And I see a reflection of the remnant, me.