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A bitter wind of scales and snow

Biting into my desert flesh

I feel the burn of ice

No salve in heat may slake my pain

So long have I given myself

Hidden among frozen warbles

I the thief among thieves themselves

A guild of ice that I now bow my head

A ruse of subservience

A trickery in hiemal obeyance

Who else could withstand the shift?

Embrace the frost yet flame within

That burning flame of your lust

That tender kiln that keeps my mind sane

Warms the blood that commingled with winter

Ashes toiling in the dead hands of snow

Ice burned by sand

Feverish vibrations of an engine

That smokes beneath the crippling ice

Spastic movements fueled by the dearth

Of moisture, the clasp of sand

Green scales bent and warped

By the weight of winters tears

Limbs turn to husk and severed

By the grating teeth of frostbite

For you I did shift my shape

Contort myself as if spruce and pine

Plant my seed in those frigid waters

A drought that forever drowns

A suicide in being for your confirmation

Of the thaw that brings your grace

I the garnet jewel among the hard soil

Lamenting in shorn tatters of sun

Sent here to freeze without return

A cactus song is my only dirge

In his death I rejoice, I dream

To desert dance once again!