Skirling winds

Rimed with frost

Spears of ice

Hung from slopes above

The fortifications of Ymir

Pale water, venomous

Never still

Stinging the eyes

Drumming upon a parched earth

Acid in its touch

The augmenting of seasons



Offerings burnt upon charred hearths

Black as ink, a starless sky

To cut the heart from a man

Dragged back to Earth

To be alone with the dead

At the first light of grey dawn



Cities without walls

Framing distant peaks

Throwing long shadows

Beyond bronzed arches of madness



Plundered gods

Stolen heroes

Stone giants lying in wait

Misshapen & terrible

From shadowlands beyond

The leavings of dead cities.



Breathing oblivion

A dormant spore of consciousness

Luminescent patterns in a rising sun

Stealing the light of flames

In missing pieces of reality

The clarity of delirium

Appropriating remnants

Suspended in time



Gaze of the world

Study of the art

Delicate construct of transparency

Darkening towards infinity

The spectral hand

A consciousness of allegiance

Encompassing the painful dissolution of

The recovery of self-possession