Glazed and soft
We relish the idea
The consuming frost
Armies pile through to victory
Home once more
The sun drives deeper into the soil
Reaching for that equilibrium,
upon which he will never attain.
Screaming for light and air,
Never to be heard, the irony
You form the souls of men
Growth and speed, perplexing
Isolation to the core
Steel chains release the pressure
Frigid toes, the memories of an era
Proposing to be dead, only saving the beauty,
Glazed and Soft