From oceans rise lands;
Heaving themselves from a searing abyss.
Upon currents deeper than the sea
These lands ride in violence.
Mountains rise where they meet,
And storms carry them back to the deep.
In one epoch, long ago,
A great land blocked the sea
And Ice descended
Upon a temperate world.
Oh, how the ice must have shown;
Bright as the sun in a deep blue sky
Until the angry Earth, beneath its weight,
With fire, rent itself asunder.
Oh, how the ice must have shown . . .
The ceaseless march of time
Ensures the ice will return.
Worlds will die as sure as Autumn's leaves fall.
Although the night sky sparkles with a thousand lights,
Ice shall be the final arbiter of the Universe.