
A lone pier on lake Tahoe
Where the woods meet the frozen lake
Elderly pines frosted like a birthday cake
Stand as guards
Protecting the borders of a sacred place.
Legends say when we were nothing but stardust
The trees and their birds
The lake and their hills
The wind and its companion, the frost
would bend and swell to the spells of their
powerful, ageless and spellbinding keeper
And to this day the keeper lives on
In the minds of those who seek.
They believe and they pray.
To each their own.
Some revere an ageless Elven Mermaid
Who can swim to the depths of the deep dark waters
And bring you life in all its glory.
Her virtues and adventures extolled in their solemn duty.
Some who worship the gallant Frost King
Who rides like the wind
and whose mare leaves no hooveprints on land or on water.
Nothing can stop them from scaling the tallest of the Sierran mountains where
They shine brightly against the vivid blue star-studded night sky.
Some devote themselves to calming the furies of the illustrious Snow Dwarf
Who has dug tunnels so deep into the ground
the frost and wild wind can never touch.
Only there the warmth flourishes to one’s heart’s content
Everyone else there is who seeks
calls forth the blessings
of the frigid Frost breathing Dragon Princess.
With her silvery long fingernails like icicles
she can pierce into the the darkness of
rotting souls. She is mother of the dragons.
One look at her would make your heart skip a beat.
And one breath of hers could put an entire city to sleep.
What have I come out to seek?
Do the faint murmurs of melting frost
And the far reaching notes of the wind over the
Lightless lake have a message for me?
Will I walk into this sacred temple
to find the one who will set me free?
Would it be the frost king or the Dragon princess?
Could I be unfettered from the tyranny of the people
And the tyranny of my own unbending and degenerating mind?
What will make the chill in my bones, the shivers of my heart, the smoke and the mirrors disappear?
Perhaps, if I keep my eyes open and wait long enough… they will come for me.

Muse