I defeated Wroth on Mount Elbrus
He was bloodied in the snow,
slowly becoming a monolith,
a landmark for skiers and mountaineers
to mark time.
My fists still clenched,
I remained unmoved for a few moments,
watching the snowflakes gather,
as I read the eulogy.
The warmth seeps away
breath by breath from within
as I whisper into the harsh winds.
Words which shall nourish no one.
If Wroth lay bloodied on the snow,
why am I cold?
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 2:35 PM UTC
I defeated Wroth on Mount Elbrus
He was bloodied in the snow,
slowly becoming a monolith,
a landmark for skiers and mountaineers
to mark time.
My fists still clenched,
I remained unmoved for a few moments,
watching the snowflakes gather,
as I read the eulogy.
The warmth seeps away
breath by breath from within
as I whisper into the harsh winds.
Words which shall nourish no one.
If Wroth lay bloodied on the snow,
why am I cold?
