Antarctica: the Fire of the Ice
The ancient landscape I know so well is still so alien to me and my kin. For upon this frostbitten path only the damned may tread. I stumble on this path while the cruel wind burns my hair and obliterates my feet. The ancient crystal citadel I see upon my abandoned eyes and my harassed mind. This gem, bane of thieves, and jewel of princes and instrument of power which I hold in my frozen grip and as I be damned to this jagged crevasses of a grave. My blood shall taint the white fairness of this land. May this cruel merciless land burn in flame and drown in its own fluid. May they find me in this abandoned hall of sapphires? With fire and ice this world must fall as I did but now I feel nothing but the chill of death. For now I dwell in the void where the living fears to tread. This ebony darkness will be my home for eternity.
Antarctica inspired by Dorothea Mackellar's My Country
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I love a frozen wasteland,
A realm of frost and cold,
Of frostbittten lone shadows,
of glaciers and great storms of old,
I love her frozen highlands,
I love her icy seas,
Her darkness and her lightness,
the cold dark land for me.
A realm of frost and cold,
Of frostbittten lone shadows,
of glaciers and great storms of old,
I love her frozen highlands,
I love her icy seas,
Her darkness and her lightness,
the cold dark land for me.