.In my sleep all I ever see
Is rotting corpses of Winter trees
A twisted cypress that holds no leaves
give a violent, lifeless, freezing scream.
Black, the colour of my true love's hair.
It matches the black of the ice in her stare
And the blackened core of the corrupted thought.
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