Dome

At the end of the civilized line
Where the winds of silence cry
Where life flows in unseen streams
And all we know is just a lie

In the heart of the raging storm
Where northern heat meets southern snow
It brings forth waves with wrath and form
Like castles of ice that grow

It’s the cradle of the unknown
Where no man dared to tread
And those who strayed too far alone
Were never seen or heard or read

The solid wall of frozen breath
Where air itself can freeze
Drowns out life in violent death
As temperatures fall with ease

An unbreachable, towering gate
Guards the sacred scroll inside
Where truths in shadows lie and wait
From mortal eyes to hide

It’s the Dome of Ice
No soul may pass
The bridge between mirror and mirrored face
Where spirits mourn in glass

The hideaway of truth untold
Where liars find their tomb
It holds a tale from times of old
One we may never exhume

A chasm wide that separates
What’s real from what deceives
A lonely world behind sealed gates
Where nothing leaves, nor grieves

Where crimson currents start to bleed
And whisper what could be
The blood of spirit silent seed
No mortal eye shall see

The edge of sight, the end of mind
Where reason fails and fades
The frozen belt where snakes still wind
And time itself degrades

It’s the Dome of Ice
No soul may pass
The bridge between mirror and mirrored face
Where spirits mourn in glass

The hideaway of truth untold
Where liars find their tomb
It holds a tale from times of old
One we may never exhume