I am a cold creature living in locales of ice
The sky is everlastingly dim-I see stars plummet and galaxies entice

Melancholy respites are my friend: I trek without a whisper or a sigh
Frigid winds flay my flesh from bone yet my ears listen to the music they belie

Living in darkness is all I know; my spirit regards shadows as a feast
All this carnage at my hand, all this consumption, and, even still, my hunger has not decreased

I stand upon an ivory peak and patiently scowl at the visitor as it reaches out to greet
My essence immediately withers and my cloaked body slumps down with defeat

I cry out in pain, in shock, and in eternal dismay
At this horribly strange sight, at this mass of my worst nightmares
A Sun free from any tinges of grey