Pregled posta

In the shadow of the light
from a black sun.
Frigid statue standing
icy blue and numb.

Where are the frost giants
I've begged for protection?

I'm freezing.

Cold winter winds
that chill my heart with sleet & snow.
Not from the north
come to this glacial abode.

But from your dimension
cryogenic limbo.
I'm freezing.

By Type 0 Negative