Ancient Text / Introduction

An ancient text, it spoke

Of one that had awoke





Traveling through the snow

Comfortable in the cold





Not by spell, nor by a charm

Could it do any harm





Not by will, nor by strange force

Could it end its remorse





Not by the Moon, nor the stars

Could it heal its scars





And on a Winter day

It begins to decay





And as snow is falling

It is now slowly dying







Rising

I knew I could not smell

Yet I smelled cold winter air







I knew I could not feel

Yet I was loyal like a dog





I knew I was no sheep

Yet I had a shepherd indeed





The snow rises

And it will protect





The snow rises

And there is no storm





The snow rises

And I am born







Runaway

I remember a lost day,

A day so far, far away





We went out, casual stroll

To where he took his toll





As we walked upon our path

We had forgotten the way back





And it was then they came out

And it was then the Master’s shout





And there I stood and bravely fought

Yet it was his own safety Master sought





And it was when they saw me crack

They began a fierce attack





It was over when I finally came to

And there was no doubt it was true





There I stood alone as I had once been

For the Master was nowhere to be seen







The Walk

As my end slowly grew near,

I walked, absorbed my fear





Near the lonesome woods,

Two villagers with dark hoods





I approached them and greeted,

But into the woods they retreated





With a naive tempo I followed

Attempting to kill my sorrow





Surrounded by cold, lifeless ground

They were nowhere to be found





At once they came out to kill

For coin, or perhaps for thrill





As I was ready to face my demise

I saw an army of one shadow arise





When I finally looked around,



There was no life, nor sound





I continued along the void of my path

Walking boldly, not looking back





After a short distance I had once again

Reached the place where I had lost a friend





Perhaps there was a reason I circled around?

Perhaps there was something meant to be found?







A Heart of Snow / Conclusion

I stood on the fragments I held onto

Wondering if what I thought was true





And it was as the snow began to melt

And it was as I did not know what I felt





And in the ground that was below

That I saw a cave which was hollow





And it was in that very specific hollow cave

That I saw a decaying body of a man so great





I could not feel, but I felt a sense of relief

Something to finally soothe my grief





My master had never run the other way

He merely slept so he may fight another day





And it was then that I began to melt

And it was then I finally knew what I felt





And it was when I thought he had gone

That I realized he had been with me all along







I'm uploading this in quite literally the last minute without even a single proofread. Yeah. Enjoy.Decided to include a jukebox for nostalgia sake. RIP Cohen.