More skulls in the ice to bury
10 April 2025

I walked alone in ice-clad plains
my hands upwards met with black rains
my body from them filled with stains
for clouds never announced downpour

I dragged with me my memories
through highways carved in skulls with ease
the snow seeping from brow to crease
the faces long gone never shirked

My twin within me waved and smiled
She was a creature of the wild
Her charm all mankind had beguiled;
her tall stature kept them at bay

We spoke the language of the land
its heart beating under our hand
echo for those who understand
Will the Earth remember our names?

The ice heaved thrice under the sky
our wings fluttered eager to fly
we took a breath prepared to cry;
on cheeks crystals dropped so painful

From horizons came with flurry
black hordes running in a hurry
more skulls in the ice to bury
frozen lands cracked open to fire

Written in the context of Ronovan writes Ovi Poetry challenge using the word "understand" as inspiration. For more information and to check out other contributions use this link. https://ronovanwrites.com/2025/04/09/ovi-poetry-95-understand-is-your-inspiration/ 

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