Under the blanket of white
The Earth reclaims her right
As the feet turn to inches
Slowly before their eyes
The heat and fury
From deep below
Stretch and yaw
The fingers of the woman
Buried alive
Claw and dig and scratch
From underneath
Consuming her prison walls

High above
The hero of the day
Fights valiantly
Behind the colossus of the sky
To reach his fair maiden
Strands of golden curls
Drape the frozen towers
Her sentence
His quest

A word spoken
Like the sweetest honey
From her desirable lips
A word for his sake
A word for her hope

“Faith”

With the word
Fresh on the vibrations
Off her tongue
Echoes through the millennia
Giving rise to his heart
Buoyed from the stratosphere
Filling the salty oceans with tears
And love
And hope
And the fears of eternity

And the words spoken
From the lips of another
The fruits of his soul
And the passion once long lost

“I believe”

With those words
His taught muscles strained
Lifting this galaxy of weight
Deftly and agile
But seemingly insurmountable
Tired and weary
Crossing the light years
To drench her skin
To warm her fields
And ignite her flame

The steely silver blades
Threaten in his way
His time is short
To win his battle
To save his mistress
From the slumber of eternity

The dagger blades
Drive toward his heart
The time passes
And days go by
And still she lies
Under snowflakes that cover
Her glistening flesh
Soft and supple
Waiting for decay
Or her hero of the day

Beneath this ring of fire
In the winter freeze
Ice and snow
Shift to tiny daggers
Pointing to reach the flame
But with each passing moment
They creep farther away