All is calm in this frozen land of mine.
Not an icicle out of place, how stunning.
It all is too perfect, it must be a sign.
Of the storm of chaos that is coming.
As the snowflakes start to fall,
I feel a chill that rattles my bones.
A warning from the God above all,
Sitting on his frozen throne.
A warning of the storm to come
One that will consume us all.
Unless we choose to see the sun
Despite this icy wall.