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Sure on this cold night when the gales begin to sing, Awake again, hopeful of what the dawn will bring, Searching for treasure amidst the winter's chill, Pulled into the turbulent vortex, the current thrill. A band of four brothers, bound by circumstance, With a code of honor, until beset by a frozen trance, A promise of riches that are too much for one's soul, A full set of rare items became their ultimate goal. Yet, something dire changed them by the morn, Avarice took control, and awakened their scorn, For each one had their own ulterior desire, And that is all it took to extinguish the fire. A wren sings in the dawn among the quiet, fallen frost, Though things were gained, someone important was lost, All it took was one cold heart, Then the team slowly fell apart. Now the winds have changed, it was all a show, Is there really a victor among all the woe? When someone is lost, the ones left learn to grow, While the fallen are covered in a blanket of snow. Memories of the fallen are sweet, though could be nice, Their passing has become like chance, a roll of the dice, Wealth itself comes with a tremendous price, But even memories fade, and melt like ice. Ayce | |