Two barren trees, distant bland
Stand in solid, hardened ice
Silent shadows lost in sound
Stolen from untimely sight
The ground ‘tis cra’ked
All breath gone, fled
But all one soul
Not live nor dead
One solid line with heightened grooves
Blinded twist the flashing light
A border, battle, bounding blast
All darkness putting up a fight
The glory singing up a storm
Now deafened by the void in ice
Our single soul driving down
Frozen by a sudden vice
With naught but lonely tear that shed
He holds the trees with all his might
Shaking in the sleeting wind
The day now morphing into night
In deathly doom they truly stand
Too frail for any feeble fight
A soul in solid, vacant void
Forlorning all forgotten light
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