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The rawness of the cold was devouring our feet,
As we trudge on with the wild beasts.
The approach is slow, like a cavalry lost in battle,
We go slower and  slower, as the winds wrap us we rattle.
We started looking like trees, just pure white figures.
As we walked our pair turned into dozens of fellow friends.
Soon the wild beasts were laying down one by one.
We tried our hardest not to give into the fate.
As we gave in, the Lion Heart appeared.
He pointed to the figures that weren’t our friends,
They weren’t touched by the powdered curse.
We started walking to them like people who walk towards a begging light,
When we were closer we morphed back into ourselves,
Saying goodbye to our dozens of pure white friends,
The lion heart led us to a valley that had the look of God’s Kingdom,
The wild beasts followed us as we followed the Lion Heart into
the warmth of the city, where the birds watched over us.






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