those staring cold blue eyes
piercing through the darkness
a concentrated wave of ice
delivered in a straight gaze
that sparkling white face
flawless to perfection
hair would fall
as if it never could stay
an unwavering still grip
over the enchantingly crafted gold
a few cold blue veins
just jutting jugular veins
the mosaic of freezing red blood
ice grey shining steel
a last drop of it falling
before darkness takes over to his death
this poem has a eerie beauty within itself...awesum work...kudos :-)
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