Favoured By the Winter

My chain of thought is cloaked in wisdom As I breathe a world of ice So shiny but without decision Refracting light starts to entice I let the flow consume me I let my consciousness evolve Far beyond my comprehension My icy form starts to dissolve Underneath the winter I find the concrete earth A shape misplaced by every season The towering walls confuse my worth I break into the statue Of the thing that I’ve become I see another empty dispute There’s only one more statue that hides the sun My anger turns to fire I burn the towers of my pride And as I settle what became me I let the summer burn the things I hide I wake into the winter Cold without a cloak But the ice presents me with its favour This is the place where I find hope