Ice: An Epilogue - 2011/06/06

A blizzard hovered on the horizon
Hoping that it would pass is daft
As I lay silent freezing to death
Tips of the fingers long departed
Even then within stunning clarity
I longed for that one final grasp

There it lay beyond the ice dunes
The hilt protruding like a beacon
A vicious organism that destroyed
Everything I had ever truly known
Yet its tendrils tugged and stung
Commanding me to move in futility

For hours days or weeks I crawled
Amidst a growing sign of ice ages
Only to expire with hand extended
Inches from the architect of doom
So here I wait in the vast beyond
For the hourglass to flip fortune

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