Beneath the pale, firmament
Becalmed, upon a frozen shore
Within this earthly, Tartarus
Their souls, forever lost.
Endless rains of snow, descend
Unending, emptiness
The cold, gnaws upon their bones
And winter, claims them all
A field of stone beneath them
Without feature or form
A march to false horizons
Before the midnight sun
One by one they die
Frozen and starving, they succumb
Their stories lost to time
The passage never found
The silence once more returns
The shroud of death
What use are crowns or gold to,
Nature’s wrath
His own imperial designs
As man proposes
But nature won’t be denied
As god disposes
As they waste and weaken
Hunger scours their resolve
Nothing left to be consumed
Nothing but the flesh of man
One by one they die
Frozen and starving, they succumb
Their stories lost to time
The passage never found