Cold lay the way which grew warm afore
When sighted from far off like dark roads
Leading into wherever home lies laid out
In wreaths of magic, made maudlin dreams.
Ice has grown in my beard, frost rime
Spread as do all creeping things, change
From those marsh style lands made
In the time before I entered, slow padding.
From the shadowy world I bare recalled
Come memories of a place yet unseen,
Unknown monster amidst quiet woods
Where slow glacial centuries move on.
A step into this frost bright world costs
Me in ways few mayst know bar those
Who this road have so far travelled down
To see what the path alone holds, cold.
The nature of mad fauna changes, shifts
Along with the slide from desert poisons
To hyperboreal scapes that surround
The winding path ahead, forbidding route.