The cold Comes whipping, Whipping across the land, sending flakes dancing, on a clear Night's air, The Cold comes whipping, whipping across the land, the Fae folk dancing, to tunes long gone. Who hears the night owl, as she fly's about her land, hunting mice, on a moonless night, The Cold comes whipping, whipping across the land, And the ice queen dances, her pale blue skin moon kissed,

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Why do you stare at me so,
tease me, make fun of me,
I'm the same as you,
even though im Not,

I have feelings,
thoughts and dreams,
i see the world,
all its wonders,

you call me names,
make me feel stupid,
make me feel different,
break my spirit,

does it make you feel strong,
my tears?
does it make you feel the king?
My pain?

Does my living in the shadows,
give you more light?
does my agony?
Spice up your life?

I talk,
I laugh,
I cry,
I die,

Blood is still blood,
Red as a rose gone wild,
is my pain invisible?
am I in a crowed?

I try to fit,
the peices break apart,
I try and act,
Like all the drones,

Just because im different,
doesn't mean im not the same,
with hopes,
and dreams,

Just because im slower,
not quick like you,
doesn't mean i can't do,
what i dream to do.

Poem: The Thousandth Man by Rudyard Kipling One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother. And it's worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other. Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend On what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth man will stand your friend With the whole round world agin you. 'Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show Will settle the finding for 'ee. Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em go By your looks, or your acts, or your glory. But if he finds you and you find him. The rest of the world don't matter; For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim With you in any water. You can use his purse with no more talk Than he uses yours for his spendings, And laugh and meet in your daily walk As though there had been no lendings. Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call For silver and gold in their dealings; But the Thousandth Man h's worth 'em all, Because you can show him your feelings. His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right, In season or out of season. Stand up and back it in all men's sight -- With that for your only reason! Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide The shame or mocking or laughter, But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side To the gallows-foot -- and after!