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Memories of Winter, born of blood and pain,
Memories of Winter, trapped in frozen rain.
A weapon forged in darkness, a soldier lost, alone.
Death your only language, no care or mercy shown.
Brought forth to kill in silence, then to the ice returned.
Your freedom long forgotten, your name, your being, burned.
Then, on the bridge you saw him, cracks in their armor grew.
The Asset stumbled, shaken, by eyes he somehow knew.
No longer man, or weapon, lost somewhere in between.
He'll hoard his tattered pieces til grace has washed them clean.
Memories of Winter, born of blood and pain,
Memories of Winter, trapped in frozen rain.