Battle Line
The wind howled And the snow fell Heavy On the frozen ground The fire roared And smoke plumes rose Thick In the turbulent air And we, we were none the wiser Blind To the battle line drawn In frost upon our window
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Knocking at Your Door
A creeping Silent Killer Is knocking at your door You may not even hear him But he should not be ignored He rides in on the wind Down from the Arctic North And with him he brings An arsenal to call forth To tap on every door To spy in every window Hidden in the… Read More Knocking at Your Door
Jessica M. Collette 
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