Our Ice Age

Moon upon Moon upon Moon, I hung

Swinging from that wind-swept Ash Tree

And lost sight of my cause

A ghost amongst gods

And I fell screaming into the Darkness beneath me

How many more times must I struggle to my feet

And prime a waning strength with a redundant tune?

Tie up another noose

And beg to be renewed

Moon upon final Moon

Huddled in the storming Snow

Cowering and cold

How did I end up all alone?

Hel descends upon Her own

Callous and manifold

Her coming Ice Age in tow

An inner Ragnarök takes place

But it falters and stagnates

Who was I to long for change?

So, I withdraw into my ways

Eternal Winter, and inner space

And into the arms of Our Ice Age