The has glass shattered in thousand pieces,
Colors bleed from this bleak world,
For the blissful wellspring his soul hungers,
That he found in those twin emerald seas.
Thousand shards part the pale canvas,
Rivers of crimson follow their tread,
A moment’s respite from the sadness,
That torments his anguished head.
The moment’s gone but the hunger and emptiness still remain,
The Emerald seas are denied to his long tortured soul,
Forever lost in the dark, loveless, bottomless hole,
The crimson rivers dry out, leaving behind the Mark of Cain.
The rugged mark is a faithful reminder,
of the torments he endured,
He beseeches the skies to help him find her,
Silence is the only answer,
The Icy Mistress, his only friend.
Photo by Feniks2010