White as camphor,
Cold as steel
Wield the Flammifer;
Refuse to kneel.
Without end I Espy the Snowy Paths
Seeing A L L in an icicle of quaint Glad;
Thus Roads take me to Cities opposite of Sad
And ever anon with Bliss they me lave.
Skin wedded to icy ores
Under Rocks ne’er to be exposed.
Let the Waters enter my pores,
Condenc'd to diamonds innerly stored.
Thus I remain,
And become obliged to retain,
The infinite gain
I chalk out from the dizzying rain.
Thus I remain….
Hot-headed yet Light
With the Game forever in Sight,
Prideless yet Brutal in Might
And Always Gracious and Bright….