Arcades - Cronian

The illustrious obstructions at the skyline

Keep intelligentials inside their walls

A labyrinth built of gelid brine

Where inclement weather feeds the wintry pall

Here I call out to polaris

Screaming from bone and marrow

The echo should reach even solaris

But seems trapped in passages narrow

No melting, no sublimation at this place

The glacier’s crack got it’s prey

Like a demon with a dreadful face

Tearing all senses away

I’m trapped in the dark, in the white

Waiting to get a glimpse of the skies

But this cave-like space swallows all light

I’m stuck in miles of ice

Yet the thoughts accumulate

But not those of hope and aid

Cause no sane civilisation will reach this crate

Iceolated in mile-spread arcades

I hear the storm howling above

But the sound of breaking ice is louder

Sharp edges with intention to clove

Decorated with nature’s cold powder

Broken arms, broken knees

Broken chest, finally peace!

No melting, no sublimation at this place

The glacier’s crack got it’s prey

Like a demon with a dreadful face

Tearing all senses away