Our chosen angel’s element is snow.
Frosty the Smokin’ Snowman told me so! “You don’t try to create them in the sticks-stones-and-mud,”
He said, “It ain’t worth the potential loss of blood.” He’s got a vendetta for the seasons of the sun,
Methinks; a complex fluxing from non-frozen fun.
Some villain filled him in on what went down once he’d been thawed;
All I could offer was my best advice.
Proposing that our over-rolled snowball inquest his Gawd,
As anybody would - composed of ice.
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