The Defeat of the Ice (poem)

Imagine now,

The Arctic,

A frozen wasteland,

Cold and desolate,

Like some hearts.

Little lives,

But there is life.

Blood stains the snow

As the struggle is lost,

And won.

Temperatures that bite

With teeth of frost,

A flesh-eating parasite. 

Those who are not native,

Will be chewed to the bone.

But there is sanctuary,

For the lucky few,

That stirred the great land's heart. 

It would appear within,

Before taking form.

 It is powerful,

The gift of a titan.

Its arms wide,

Long tentacles lashing the air,

As if to strike the gods.

It battles the Arctic,

Challenges its very nature.

It soaks the snow and ice

With their blood,

As it defeats them.

It is the essence

Of a star.

Its light shatters

The winter's darkness.

It is the passion

From one heart to another,

That bonding element,

That spark turned flame,

Dissipating the ice,

Ending its cruel rule.

And with that,

The few find sanctuary.

The Arctic's cold is melted,

Allowing those who belong to remain,

Even if they were once alien.

It is passionate,

Welcoming,

Beautiful,

And warm.

It is the legendary Arctic Fire.

-Zero