Tristan Robert Lange

Ice Lions

A Tale of Love in Perpetuity

The sun shines brightly.

Puff clouds float by in the sky;

The breeze warmly wisps.

The green grass is soft,

The open field, inviting,

A blanket laid down.

Birds and butterflies

Dancing with the dragonflies

Entertain new love.

A couple sits there

In a picnic revelry.

A hand reaches out

To unclasp the basket lid,

In doing so, it bursts open.

Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain,

As the couple sits frozen,

Flash-locked in a wintry plane—

Their flesh: crack-designed like chain,

The crevices are crimson;

Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain.

Crystals crust over the stain

Left from the explosive blood,

Flash-locked in a wintry plane.

Lovers’ mouths a frosty drain

Outpouring bloody ice spears—

Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain.

Their eyes—instantly insane—

Yet their eyes are still alive,

Flash-locked in a wintry plane.

Forms covered in frosty mane,

Like ice lions in a shell—

Ice fractals pierce with sharp pain,

Flash-locked in a wintry plane.

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