These ice blades splayed at my sides
Storing the boosts the sometimes provide
That destructive force | That still flowing force
Still not red at the blood that they’ve laid
To rest and soak in the ground
Quenching the earths | Immortal thirst
For a moment, before the old mound.
Finally, the battles are done
For me, anyway. | They will be back someday.
I’ve earned my prize. | I’ve earned my rest.
I’ve earned my death. | And still my body lies.
Those blades of ice melting | I care not.
That destruction fading | I care not.
My former form, feared by all of mortality . . .
I care not. I care for none of it.
The greatest warrior can never find peace
Until they lay down the blade
And immortals, their lives.
Now, I care not for the rage or the heat
Or the coppery air I once made.
Now . . .
Now, I’ve found more . . .
Now, I’ve found what I lost so long ago . . .
. . . And let them take me.