TOM AND OWENS

ICICLES

FROSTY,FROZEN FANGS OF ICE HANG ABOVE MY ANCIENT SHED DOOR.
DRIPPING,DRENCHING,DROPLETS SODDING GENTLY AS THEY FALL.
SHARP DAGGER OF CRYSTAL,CLEAR,SPARKLING SPIKES.
THREATEN TO SLICE WHATEVER IS UNLUCKY ENOUGH TO BE IN THEIR PATH