Cold - Vorylin
I
am louder than a bitter roar.
The
lower I am, the higher I soar.
My
palace is near the ground, near the floor.
You
may not see it now, but you feel what I have in store.
To
my rival, it seems I am the one overthrown
And
yet I am the one who against he is outshone
My
seeds of influence easily sown
Hidden
affluence, harnessed by the unknown.
Having
known that I've committed to this fight
To
resolve itself in a bitter respite.
We
are in a stalemate. This is my plight.
Here
I am tangled in such a wicked slight.
I
am the purest rebuttal, the mighty retort
To
that of my opponent whose work I twist and contort
To
the point where its existence may be abort
And
I singly am the one left to exhort.
The
rest sit and contemplate my might and power
So
they may not regret the time, the place, or hour
Of
their reckoning during a moonless night and a frigid shower.
I
am one who induces slumber and sustains life that it may again bloom
and flower.
I
am your guard preserving the rear
So
anything beyond me is nothing to fear.
Crisp,
clean atmospheres ever so clear
As
a flake of mine can wear as if I had shed a tear.
For
myself, there is no greater consequence to be
Than
that of being what even I cannot see.
It
is this possibility of chance that in what I do I am free
To
stave my rival's reckoning spree.
Hardening
that of even the softest fleece
And
disturbing yet administering my own peace;
Upon
those who know I am the one who creeps
Into
the body, the bones, it seeps.
As
it slips in further, the body succumbs further to a daze,
But,
thankfully, it is nothing but a transition. A phase
on
the forbidden path of violence we raze;
A
lasting image that bonds hither and stays.
Aggravatingly,
captivatingly, methodically, meticulously, logically,
Ingeniously,
surgically, precisely, accurately, troublingly,
Devastatingly,
apocalyptically, strategically, charismatically,
Impressive
I am, however I am lonely.
It
matters not whether I or the populace will pay
The
price of entering the fray
Between
me and that of my rival, I say
That
time in night and confidence in day.
I
am one of modest yet deep ambition
And
I deny lofty footholds of superstition
That it
may not uproot my credibility and position
As
I can hold my own against my opposition.
Light
beckons to me in the greatest clarity,
Yet
Darkness comes to me in the least rarity
So
we join forth efforts in our charity.
Despite
this, I hold forth reprieve in chastity.
Slowness
is my domain, in my space
The
drained is what I bear on that of man’s face
I
am fast against the race
To
slow that of my rival and indeed I give chase.
Let
he who admires me drink of my harmony chalice
And
let he not succumb to my malice
As
he is not a victim of vindictive avarice
In
which neither to me, God, or man does he become callous.
I
am a noteworthy power that should be used in extract
So
that other nobles may join with us in contract
Out
of sheer greatness in mere contact
With
that of I, this is a stable fact.
In
the eyes of a beholder, more than one can shake a fist,
Healing
and freezing away ailments and a cyst
Restoring
the essence of life and all that it could consist.
Reconsider
me of worth, please. To this I greatly insist.
Strangely
enough, I am associated with death and the sick.
This
is not my choice, nor is it my most delightful pick;
Such
a designation is one that I would love not with it to stick
As
to portray me as anything different is a malevolent trick.
To
many, I am an outcast, an ingrate!
A
better purpose is to freeze than conflagrate
And
subjugate to cooperate
Against
the status quo’s conglomerate.
Now
it is up to humanity to decide
On
which of us to confide
In
for unique protection I or the wretched Heat can provide.
Once
chosen, I give great strength should you choose to co-inside.
I
am a greater force than any that is sold,
For
I alone am only so bold
And
carry an effect that is ever so old.
I
am a grand force that will never fold
Nor
do what of me is told
I
am what you call the Cold.
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