I Carry Winter in My Bones
Cold is the hue of my blanket, Blue is the ice in my soul. A lesson left by a devil, Whose winter never left my bones. What brews inside Is buried deep within. It might surface in hints On dewy nights And windy days, Where
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Manslayer
Oh, what have I done! I killed the only man Who could revive me. I didn’t think twice Before passing the judgment. I am the sole handler Who brought down the guillotine. With a single blow, I wiped him Off the face of the earth.