Brazen Shroud
When blasting lashing snowstorms
snatched the view,
Smudging the silent mountain
from the mind;
Your family's tendrils grappled
for our love,
Then wrenched away the fibres
which we grew
Through touching, in the centre of that storm,
Your brilliant heart engulphed with cold advice,
I thought I'd stopped their blizzard's dark "white lies",
From freezing hard around your fractured form.
But needing ice to blur the child below,
You drifted off, downtrodden as the snow.
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