TRAPPED UNDER ICE

So the slow hand of demise has finally reached you, another poisoned heart on display

You, the fool the morning star gilded bright and golden, crave and in need for complications

The lone crow is watching you as you on bloodied knees make your way up the steep hill

Alone to meet your fellow man, he who has no name and reputation to hold high in triumph

As two lone wounded animals you make the ascent for new frontiers, seeking new land

The herd is gathering, glazed eyed and confused, one by one coming closer for warmth and comfort

Words lose their meaning, quickly forgotten and left unquestioned as the journey quickens

Can you take the fall that is waiting at the end of the journey, are you ready for the plunge

Air once stagnant with the stench of self-preservation and greed turns lighter as you adapt

Transparent, a soft whisper that lingers as a memory you take control of your limits

Only he who has known the taste of guiltless blood will know the way up and beyond

Only he who will leave no trace behind when he enters the shadows will die a free man

Forgotten and formless, you walk alone and can not beg for forgiveness nor ask for answers

So stay hungry on the road, navigate with a steady hand as bystanders evade the reason

Take control, nothing being said in the watchtower tonight, the wind keeps shaping the stone. 

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