THE COLD RETREAT
Will you find her when the frost retreats?
A hollow echo, amidst surging tides, a path obscured.
In time's cold keep, she slumbers in loneliness's chasm.
Draw near, though sorrow cloaks her tongue, hear the faint drum of her heart.
Promises, a poisoned draught, fine wine, a lingering sting.
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