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The Ice in the River
- The Ice in the River -
To bargain with darkness: but at what cost?
Ask thyself this, oh child born of man!
Hast thou stood overlooking the rivers?
Behold, they flow steady and strong!
Oh, proud child, hast thou become so lost?
Look ye to the river, look to the sand!
For there the ice melts yet still it shivers.
It knows nothing of right and wrong!
The ice in the river watches men at war,
As they clash and battle over thrones.
The ice remembers what men do not!
For in their greed and they covet more,
Men fall so low that gone are their bones.
And men fight on, to time giving no thought.
The skies grow cold as winter comes along,
Only to give way to the gold of summer!
And, the children of man forget the frost.
For the heat makes them remember it not!
Heat of battle or heat of love, right or wrong,
The chaos of life makes a man a mummer!
In madness he goes, oft to death’s cross.
Crucified by forgetfulness, lost in thought!
And thou come to me, and ask me of things,
Which are beyond the ken of the sages.
Do ye not remember all things have price?
I have walked with wizards, dragons, kings,
And, seen the truth of Hell’s own rages.
But never once have I forgotten the ice!
It coats and covers those who are forsaken,
But I am found, a warrior queen proud!
My kingdom shall endure, like the rivers.
Golden as a crown, silver as the water!
Beyond the snow, beyond the fire, I awaken!
My roar is like the lion, fierce and loud.
The knights of my banner, their steel delivers.
I am Queen, I am Mother; I am Daughter!
The river winds on, the ice thaws at last,
But it always returns, in its’ rightful hour.
Rain becomes snow, all things shall renew!
Listen to the river, as it flows most fast,
A match for any steel in might and power.
Such is my glory, like dawn begetting dew!
To bargain with darkness: but at what cost?
Ask thyself this, oh child born of man!
Hast thou stood overlooking the rivers?
Behold, they flow steady and strong!
Oh, proud child, hast thou become so lost?
Look ye to the river, look to the sand!
For there the ice melts yet still it shivers.
It knows nothing of right and wrong!
The ice in the river watches men at war,
As they clash and battle over thrones.
The ice remembers what men do not!
For in their greed and they covet more,
Men fall so low that gone are their bones.
And men fight on, to time giving no thought.
The skies grow cold as winter comes along,
Only to give way to the gold of summer!
And, the children of man forget the frost.
For the heat makes them remember it not!
Heat of battle or heat of love, right or wrong,
The chaos of life makes a man a mummer!
In madness he goes, oft to death’s cross.
Crucified by forgetfulness, lost in thought!
And thou come to me, and ask me of things,
Which are beyond the ken of the sages.
Do ye not remember all things have price?
I have walked with wizards, dragons, kings,
And, seen the truth of Hell’s own rages.
But never once have I forgotten the ice!
It coats and covers those who are forsaken,
But I am found, a warrior queen proud!
My kingdom shall endure, like the rivers.
Golden as a crown, silver as the water!
Beyond the snow, beyond the fire, I awaken!
My roar is like the lion, fierce and loud.
The knights of my banner, their steel delivers.
I am Queen, I am Mother; I am Daughter!
The river winds on, the ice thaws at last,
But it always returns, in its’ rightful hour.
Rain becomes snow, all things shall renew!
Listen to the river, as it flows most fast,
A match for any steel in might and power.
Such is my glory, like dawn begetting dew!
Published 22nd Jun 2013
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22nd Jun 2013 5:38pm
23rd Jun 2013 00:31am
I am happy you enjoyed it, dear Grace! This was one of my deeper writes, and deals with many different themes... the cycles of time, the burden and honor of remembering what others forget... and the nature of being a soul who has lived before many times. All being powerful themes that, when brought together in this way, become an equally powerful bit of poetry.
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23rd Jun 2013 12:54pm
This is a very complete piece, I feel it holds both the dark and the light, and although the dark blossoms, in the end it softens up, the ice melts and the water is set in motion again....
Thanks for sharing, dear Jessica!
Thanks for sharing, dear Jessica!
24th Jun 2013 1:21am
I am so happy to see you enjoyed the read, sister! Indeed, the cycles of darkness and light are a big part of this piece, and indeed the ice comes and goes, rises and melts, and indeed such is life sometimes. But always the light returns, no matter how dark things get, since light is imperishable by its' very nature and can never be snuffed out forever, nor should it be. Likewise, even ice has its' place and special beauty... so there are many complexities at work here, and it is good you got a glimpse of them and found them so moving! Many thanks for taking the time to comment, your comments are very intelligent, wise, and thoughtful as always. :D
11th Mar 2014 5:09am
wow, its like its being read to me without ever reading it. you can just hear it.
