The Shattered Realm

Freeze and crack, O Earth
Our Fimbul days are numbered.
Tortured by brief glimpses of a white sun,
That is half the size we remember it
Wizened and poisonous
A callous eye, mocking our failing existence
Then hiding its glory once more
Beyond the billowing veils of blackened sky

Hear the glaciers cold tales of murder
For it is the chronicle of man.
To ravish the earth
To hate and destroy with frozen disdain
To grind and crush and seize and grasp
With greedy hands
And empty skulls

We drank your blood
And now we taste your venom
And there is joy in this Frozen Utopia
Madness replaced by icicles
Cityscape, by tundra solitude
Grey machinery, by frosted web.

And where does our sorry remnant hide?
In scattered caves and forests deep
Where winds are dulled enough
For fires bright and hot
To spark and kindle warm blood

Did too many die, or not enough
For humankind to rise again
Shall nature’s journal close
After her bleakest chapter

Or does fresh darkness lie ahead?
Some catastrophic torment yet to come
In this world of crows

And biting agony
And frigid death

And frozen
time