Hollow Whisper

At an arms length, shimmeringly rests,
A taled famed Jewel, carved in blue ice.
Well cased in its depth, shivering she bests,
Its growing void; feeding off its spice.

Nails screeching on its surface,
She digs, reaching, crawling out!
Denying its gravity, defying polarity,
Wordlessly fumes a feeble shout!

Sharp edges sketch the walls,
Red runes of hope lay splattered,
Consumed in strange visions she falls,
Seated on a throne in the abyss of light,
Molded within time, strangled by its might!