Cold Embrace
I flew straight into the center.
A ghastly little stream, influencing the earth
turning the flower petals gold
and the lake to ice,
just to fall into the lake,
to wrap myself in its cold embrace.
I've found home in this atrocious aqua,
a place to adore
i've found warmth
but maybe I just like it here
because I'm what turned it cold.
The water, stripped of its ability to reflect,
has regained what it has lost
but until the lava pours atop my creation,
this is my home,
and I wrap myself in its cold embrace
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