The Welcoming Lukewarm

The sting reaches further

And expands with resolve

Wretched coldness grows stronger

Its main goal to evolve

You strain in your shackles

And wince in pure pain

But then breathe more slowly

Discomfort refrains

The dagger’s pierce is less potent

Frosty bequests decline

Subzero soldiers grow tired

For the collapse of the rime

The grasp starts to loosen

A less severe pain is born

You shiver less to soon greet

The welcoming lukewarm