Nay
NayI freeze for you
stock still my muscles are iron and cold
I melt for you
as snow before the rising dawn
I burn for you
hot embers boiling currents
and yet
somehow yet
you make my body whole
only with you
do the limbs feel their fulness flexing
en-heartened to move against this steely cage
and finally
my ruin will be smote
upon the slopes of your decry
'nay'
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