In a land of fire and ice
The frozen wasteland calls
Its mists ready to blanket the night
As the final darkness falls.
Come to me my children
Calls the voice upon the breeze
Follow it but be wary
For it may bring you to your knees.
i love this part of the poem, i love the way it is written and the mysterious feel to it (thats what i get from reading it) excellent work, i would like to see more


