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Hero

winter wears and wanders in
shaking and frigid
each step taken
ached, iced and frozen

there's a crackling under foot
hearts turn to run
into the black forest of empty
where soot has made her home

but I turn towards yours
holding summer heat
breaking away the pack
feigning
circle squeezing hacks

dining in your fire, your spirit
your warmth and sunshine silhouette

south, south they say
but I will stay and I will wait
under the tree of Avalon

snow sparkles in the dawn
air lingers in my breath
I feel desire in the whispers
all telling
it's telling

take the world in our hands
only then we shall run