by Nick Gisburne
She breathes. I feel it, far beneath the ice
The rhythm, unmistakable, is hers
I swore I would return, and pay the price
The bottle, safe, is buried in the furs
Too many men have died to fill this flask
And I, who killed its keeper, made it mine
A spirit, bound to give me what I ask
A power without limit, dark, divine
My fingers, crooked, frozen, fight the fear
They break the seal and set the spirit free
Compelled to grant the wish, my words are clear
“Restore my love - unite us, she with me”
She lives. I see her, far beneath the ice
But now my soul, beside her, pays the price
