…As I walked along this precarious slope, my heart began to race.
The opaque sheets of frozen glass were like a still river,
A meandering, yet sleeping river of ice cascading downward,
I could feel malice radiating from these great falls,
Pallid quiescence, pale blue glow was a clever ruse to mask true intentions.
Through sheer willpower, I made my way to an open expanse of ice and wind.
The ashen strata of antiquity were met by my ungovernable desire,
An unquenchable desire to see the unseen.
My hubris will lead to my demise, but this was not the time.
Though my body was inconsequential against the besieging wind,
There was something that smoldered within me,
A reawakened deity within me that rose above my human weakness.
I looked up at the sky and wondered,
How can such beauty be bound to this comatose valley?
Subdued auras of lavender and burnt orange veiled the backdrop,
Half-heartedly attempting to break free from captivity,
Where would they seek asylum?
Slate-shade clouds bound them,
Though the bind was so eternal, it was symbiotic,
These halos of faint color were reminiscent of dying spirits,
Dying spirits whose flames of life were not yet extinguished.
Several layers of clouds permeated across the ice field.
They were so masterfully weaved,
It appeared as if a conscious being had woven them.
Heavy and severe, we gazed upon each-other,
Waiting to see who would make the first move.
I’ve been here before, far too many times without resolution.
I could never find the resolve within to make myself known,
But there was something different about this moment.
She gazed upon me with somber and uncompromising eyes.
I revealed my design and intentions as snow poured from the sky.
My senses were completely engulfed by the dark beauty from above,
Juxtaposed against fluorescent walls of glass which surrounded me.
I couldn’t say here, but I cannot leave.