Of Ice and Ember

The fires extend Their palms up to the sky Against the grasp of shadows Deep in the palace of frost The cold winds soar up above And graze the earth below The reign of Perihelion I behold The caress of flame To soothe the lash of ice Descending breath of winter The barren arctic tide I am imbued by the force That guides this cyclic rebirth The Endless One to whom I soon Shall return If I shall meet my fate When the flames recede Then I accept this destiny For this wicked world Has fallen far too cold Than any age Has ever known But this my prayer O Spirit of the North Grant me at the least This final humble request May your benign subjects Accompany me For the blunders of man Have but chased away such grace I offer my obeisances O mighty one May all who dare Pervert your kingdom Taste the bite of your icy scythe Lone in winter's maw Whose howling winds Haunt the pine Know this soul At your mercy Is of Ice and Ember Like unto thee Palms toward the solitary heat A mirror of the sun and stars As the blackened astral plains Vast and dark Are illuminated Draped beneath the freezing shroud In silence In glacial repose Hours pass as gleaming warmth Captures this weary gaze I bask in the amber haze And feel the barrier wearing thin Between the worldly planes Thus a sense of reverence As spirits pass through the flames To become something else Within the subtle panes Of materiality And yet the embers dancing bright Are subtle echoes Of those wandering through And deep within This unfettered mind Resounding hope is rekindling As the fires glow with ambition Not unlike this heart Aurora light the way Come bear your splendor I see your shape You are the strokes of light That leap throughout the firmament Luminescent vulpine visage I implore Cosmic tails upon the night Ignite the blaze All across the northern sky As the Wildhunt takes to flight Riding with the ether charge A radiant display Hordes of winter fury storm On winds of a deathless tide The flair of nebula I rise in awe of all I witness Flurry of strength And vengeance divine No force could ever suppress The arcane grace of the past For the enemy has failed Souls so hardened by the cold And several times reborn Burn bright with eternal glow We are the Ember