There once was a world covered in frost.
Swords covered in webs with words embossed.
The shadows linger just out of sight.
Omnipotent readers viewpoints alight.
What will we find?
What will we do?
A world asunder with death anew.
The forest covered with the mornings dew.
Refracting the world once onto...
The words the wind blew... that fateful night...