The cold lakes know alignment.
Rush of water to your lungs.
Few seconds of refinement,
Did you hear a few war drums?
Heard you, host voices singing?
Did you see the great full moon?
Will you leave the choices grinning,
Drowning in this skate hole soon?
Was there any profit in that panic?
Any twinkling peace to pray?
That substance settled the titanic,
Same elements set out to betray.
The cold lakes know your assignment,
A mad moment preordained.
Those seconds fighting in defiance,
Then ended unrestrained.
Now escaped above the ice,
While recalling all old faith,
You consider afterlife,
Floating over the cold lakes.