The chilly breath of years,
Thousands before you,
Wreaths you in its cold arms,
Binds your limbs and tongue.

Hatred of yester-years,
All the havoc wrought.
Future holds no prospect warmer,
We will all freeze to death.

No words, no song, no sighs,
No screams, no cries.
Deflect the sun, alone,
into the silence of ice.