Ash and alabaster
Buried Century
No headstones to describe
The silence beneath
Wastes bled white
Unbroken miles shriek
Grim winds standing guard
For what fools would unleash
Dread swords in slumber
Forged from hate and aggression
Armaments of cold disdain
Woe awaits
Devastation
Deferred but unrelenting
Though we stand at December’s end
The winter rages on and on
Our frozen fears are never far
Until the ice has come to thaw
Patient pestilence aplenty
Persisting under the ice
Hidden from sight and mind, they linger
The worms shall have their turn
The legacy of bloodless feuds
From forestalled enmity to total ruin
Permafrost to slush
The glaciers weep
Dead oceans stretch their fingers
All borders erased
When warmer winters rage
And shielding snows subside
The flotsam on the rising seas
Shall bear an ill tide