They whisper while they dance
A dance that seems to cool the air
Slowly figure of cold blue ice form about them
Joining in the dance that even chilled the sun burning radiance
Rhythmically the tap of shard feet chime
The sky above darkens for the sun can cast no light
What is a sun whose burning light has frozen to the core?
The closer one gets to the dancing beings
The better one can make of their words
A song of destruction, desaster, and chaos
Loom beautifully from rose colored lips.
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