The Parting of Ice

A cycled curse of chilling spite.

A wretch'd spell across the land.

A blanket of immortal ice.

A woeful dust of sparkling sand.

 

When will this dust dissipate?

When will its gleam tarnish onward?

When will the dust decide to part

and slowly start to saunter?

 

My prayers scream out towards the light

to rid this fiend of sentience;

to melt its reign of blinding slush

and snuff its constant luminance.

 

Behold, there far upon the peak,

that bellows rays of boiling cinders,

shines our only chance of hope -

the only fear of raging winter!

 

Come forth, great sun, bring forth your shine!

Come forth and burn this artic keep!

Come forth unto this noble place

and cast your rays of reigning peace.

 

Hark! There shows a patch of life!

Underneath the ice it sings!

"Glory be to God", says I,

"Bless him for the start of Spring!