by Nick Gisburne
The dream exacts a devastating price
Reminding her of what was almost lost
A memory of violence and ice
The power she awakened from the frost
Ambition, and the opiate of greed
Delivered her the Book of No Remorse
Machineries of magic, found and freed
Released the winter’s evil at their source
A frozen web of worlds, its balance breached
Awoke, to wrestle empires to their knees
And yet, with screamed insanities, she reached
A truce, a state of stasis, with her pleas
The covenant is brittle, and may break
She dreams, because the winter must not wake
