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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Snowmen
[time] => 2004-06-12 20:29:11
[hometext] => This is a rather long poem. . . I'm gonna try to publish it with illustrations my friend has done for it, but I would really appreaciate any comments or advice as to the poem. Thank you.
[bodytext] => The Snowmen A child’s pure smile, a robin’s sweet cry In frosty morn with snow adorn Stand single men, craft from love and ice Betwixed, bewitched with eyes of purest coal To stare unblinking, see through to soul To watch the children frolic so But come nigh sun and time to go Once more melted so pure a fellow Doomed a life so pure and mellow Melt away with coming sun Next year returneth, built as one Is this the life we snowmen lead? We fall, we die, we melt, we bleed! And yet to sounds of ringing laughter Whilst humans mock, as we melt faster Well no! I say. This will not do Our kindred prey to these buffoons! I hear you hark, just what can we do? So listen close and I’ll tell you. My name is Blice, learn it well! And together, we’ll send these humans straight to Hell! So thusly spake and thricely marshaled Blice rode forth in Christmas dead, His frozen heart full of fiery passion His plan was simple – death to warm ones And they did fall, in hundreds all An icy grip of snowman’s hand From one Ice mans madness, To devour the land But, I hark the word, what of summer? The sun, our savior, life giver once more! Yet Blice’s ploy to outwit the sun Lay dormant in man’s own mind For three long months of frozen rule Blice worked hard to keep his cool And when at last, the sun did shine Blice’s plot did come to mind All the icemen wore suites of fridge Frozen worriers, chilled all year Immune to the suns turbent ire And all did fall to Ice’s mire The world was frozen, no life did stir No birds did sing or laughter ring A frozen heart, a frozen mind And in Ice, all life was bind Hope seemed lost, Blice did reign He bound the land in frozen chains No mighty army left to muster Few humans left, full of bluster Deep underground, snug in concrete lairs They talked and talked and lost more hair Their bellies bulged with frightful stress As they sorted this ‘god-awful’ mess Yet to nothing these did amount And once more their money they did count What’s this then, are we lost for sure? Is all lust gone for life’s allure? Surely, we can’t all be frozen A hero from us must be chosen! To march straight up to Blice’s Palace! And put an end to Ice’s malice! Where could one such being, so great reside? Well, from Ice-cold bane our hero hides Deep down near the earths molten core She wakes from slumber, come save the world once more She walks the stairs in inky blackness Her eyes spin slowly in true bleak madness For this last hero in which hope resides Is slightly warped, her looks aside. She seems just like a little girl With bonnet, red satin cape and golden curls For truth be told, this girl is old Her chin juts forth, her features bold She exists because we do dream, And, as odd as this may seem She is laughter, she is life She is death and she is strife She is all that we may imagine She is more then we had bargained Her golden curls and sickly smile She looks no more then one sweet child Yet to look into her deep set eyes And see the darkness reflected thus But without the imaginings of humans She was nothing, and she knew it So she deemed to battle on Against the foes of man and all And now she rose to battle Blice Unto the death of all the ice Where all man has failed One to encompass all, a hero hailed; Thus begot, stood proud on barren waste Silence greets the new dawn, as she walks without haste The slow indomitable march of Time A frozen sun, a frozen smile What powers has she? What secret force within? She is the thought above the mind below She is what we only dare to dream She shows the creature that might live Just what they might have been She takes the minds of man and Ice And twists them to her own device She shows the mind just what it is The ultimate truth, who you truly are All the little lies told through the years Torn away, your self laid bare Every thought insincere, every word you held dear Tis more then mortal bounds can hold Madness of the mind for all who’ve told No man or creature, or even Ice No Lord or King or even Blice And now she comes for one sole cause Nor Gods nor men can give her pause Blice sits on frozen throne, blissfully unaware His coal eyes gleam with malicious chore, Another warm blood dragged before his mercy Should it live or should it die? Surely, the race of Man has had its time Now Ice covers all the land The humans dealt deaths own hand As sudden as a winters chill She appears, more then silent thrill Like summer thunder she burst upon Like the very sun she duly shone The Ice Men stood, then sat back down The Ice Warriors saw themselves and what they had become Yet Blice melteth not, he simply frowned He looked true within his own, And found no fault in voice nor thought Nor action plain or lust begot For he was Blice, simple and just King of Ice does what he must While the screams of madness echoed around He simply sat still, and frowned. ‘A mighty creature from times of lore?’ ‘A little girl without a past? ‘Ha, I know me for what I truly am’ ‘No con’s of these will alter I’ ‘For I am Blice, I am the Ice’ She spoke not in return, his thoughts did churn Then he thought no more. She made her move, she raised her cowl And Blice did see the child within The laugh, the smile, the beauty, the truth The pain, the blood fresh spilt on virgin snow He saw himself, a man made from Ice A man of snow, with eyes of purest coal No more, no less, craft from love and ice All that in a moment encompassed, He knew, nothing this good ever could last He saw himself in a puddle of mud First his legs, his breast, his heart His eyes two lumps of simple coal His mind no more then mush from snow. And when the final toll did tell The Sun burst through, all Ice did melt Her mission through she went nigh hence And humans came out to fore They spoke of Ice and Blice no more Yet decades past, this all was lore And soon, and surely, Ice would rise once more. 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