Ice Poem by Liberty Smart

They stand tall and still, these mineral monoliths
Stony-faced as they observe the closing of day
Not for the Eternal, panic or fear
They quiver not, quail not, wail not
As dark and light merge with the rending of the sun
They, solitary beings all, stare at the collapsing horizon
Whilst the sky, splattered with its own blood, shatters
Shards fall beyond their eyes
Staining the land with stars and other celestial rubbish
Pock-marked becomes this planet
An old man whose scars tear open and bleed fire
Still they watch, with no expression
Eternal figures on a broken hillside
Watching as the last of their kind die
Keepers of Secrets, holding the lasting truths of their people
That long before the light, there first came the cold
And now is the last, an eternal cold of nothing
A void of iciness that swallows all life