vamp cold’s fangs are deep

searing frost this mountain’s vice

peace pours from this cathedral

uncorked with crackling ice

these rocks are my abbey

no aperitif on marbled square

I’m with brother tree

spirit hawk and sister bear

I miss you like water

devil time and his lover tears

my forest made you closer

her gift lasted

all my years


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