A Winter Coat

I have a coat of mithril
hard and cold as winter
that is only 
as strong as my will
lets it be
for at my heart the core
soft as marzipan, easy kill
to a poisoned mind. 

I must learn not to feel
I must weave spells of light
brilliant as steel 
a winter foil
to unreasoned malice
that would freeze 
unseasoned soil bare
cause drought of the soul.

I will harness the moonshine
in gentle absorption
of self-protection
a silver seal of love
that will recoil the night
nurture growth.

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