Poem: The Arctic Rose

Past the endless arctic

Where only few dare

To traverse

Past the endless trees

All frozen in time

Past the endless tundra

Where nothing grows

But one

The Arctic Rose

No others dare live

In the grace of such

Splendor and beauty

The gilded leaves

That mirror the lunar light

Give ’round the aura

Of Ember

The ashen waste,

The gift of the Rose

For it creates,

And so it destroys

‘Tis the fire of life,

And the ice of death

Find it you may,

In the ageless steppe,

Embrace your final sleep,

With your last frozen breath

As the Rose winds it’s roots

With the roots of Time.

Find it and weep tears of ice,

‘Fore it is the first

And the last.