As ages pass,
white frosts glaze our view.
Thunder rolls in the distance
—in shadows love lingers
while hate waits, poised.
Mountains are frozen statues,
eagles grip the sky with iron jaws,
veins pulse in the neck of giants.
A great fire blazes in silence
—and now the signal to be lost in chance,
shedding fear for hope,
soaring above clouds crystal engraved,
shattering into a million shards
of infinity’s glass.
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