Cold

So cold it hurts

It hurts to breathe

It hurts to move

It hurts to think

To think of the pain

To think of what hurts

And we walk. . .

Through it all

Snow, wind

Hail, rain

Glaciers, Stalagmites

Water and ice

So cold

Bitter and real

It is everywhere

It is seen

It is heard

It is felt

It is breathed

In and out do we breathe it

Ice shards that stab pain

To your chest

With each intake of breathe

It stabs

But these frozen swords

Do not spill blood

Or let it flow freely

Like the Telerin blood

Dripping to the sea

This swords stops the blood

With the slightest touch

Of blade to blood

It puts a stopper to life

Slowly

Freezing the flow

Each drop

Crystallising

Ice

From blood be ice

Icy cold

Bloody red

And Frozen

Red jewels of Noldor

Not wrought

From skill of hands

But wrought

From our blood.

Without wound our spillage

Perfectly preserved

Not flowing

Frozen.

He knows

He knows we are here

The Lord of Helcaraxё

Knows the Noldor are here.

He has heard

Through winds of Manwё

He knows of our rebellion

He knows of our kinslay

He knows of our theft

He knows we are but left

To past through his cold, icy planes

He knows we are coming

That we have come

And have but to depart

From his presence

He is punishing us

Punishing us for all we have done

He knows we are desperate

To leave from his icy clutches

To be away from the arrows

Of blistering cold wind

And he knows that he will not release us

Until he has made sure each kinslayer

Has fallen to his power

He is punishing us

Or is he?

Is the bitterness of his snow and ice

His mercy to us?

Has he heard of what has happened to our king?

And the stolen jewels?

And our quest to seek them back

For revenge?

Does he see all the trials

That face us after we cross

Is there such fell beasts and Demons

That he would rather us fall

In his icy cold embrace,

Frozen and cold

In valour and beauty

Than bloodied and mortified

No

No Helcaraxё is not showing us his mercy

He cares not

He will freeze us

We will be

Frozen

Dispossessed from the Valar

Forsaken by our own kin.

All that is left

Is Condemnation

This is our condemnation

To fall

Here

In the Grinding Ices

We will fall

One by one to him

We will never reach the other side

At least not I

For I am now nothing

But frozen

I am not as strong as you

I haven't the will to go on

But I know you do

You have the strength for all three of us

But do not try to save me

Your strength and fire

Shall be wasted in vain

But save her

Take her away from this

Cold, bitter, ice wind and water

Hold her

Carry her

Don't let her fall to Helcaraxё

Save the only warmed thing

That is left of our love

Don't let her see me

When I fall

For the last time

Don't let her see

Don't watch me

Go

Remember me

Move on

It does not matter

Anymore

In the end we are all forsaken

We have all fallen

It seems so

That in the end

We will all fall to our deaths

Cold and cruel

Either by the hands of our kin or foe

It is the same for all

There is no love for them

There is no trust

To Fёanor and his sons

To all of their house

To everyone save those we truly love

Our hearts are but

Frozen