Snow fell quiet on a broken sky,
Fire died where the stars once lay,
Magic fled, but grief stayed nigh,
And learned to breathe the colder way.
A child walked where the white winds moan,
Bare feet blue on the frozen stone,
No tears fell—but the frost still knew
A heart that broke and never grew.
Hush now, hush, don’t speak too loud,
The ice remembers every sound.
Beneath the ice he waits and hears,
A king of breath, a throne of years,
Every name the winter keeps,
Every promise grief can’t sleep.
Beneath the ice, where lanterns fail,
Where sorrow sings in frozen hail,
Pray you love, but do not stay—
Or you’ll join what waits below one day.
Graves lay bare when storms rolled in,
Footsteps showed where none should be,
Faces pale behind the skin
Of ice that learned to walk and see.
They marched in stillness, northward bound,
No wound, no cry, no heartbeat sound,
Just lips that moved, just breath that said
A name the living were taught to dread.
Is he monster, ghost, or king?
Or just a boy who couldn’t let go?
When love remembers everything,
Does mercy freeze… or grow?
Beneath the ice he waits and weeps,
For every soul the winter keeps,
He gathers breath, he gathers pain,
Till grief outlives the falling snow.
Beneath the ice, where silence prays,
Where memory outlasts the days,
Touch the frost, then turn away—
Go warm the Lord Below… then stray.
So say no name and light no flame,
Let sorrow pass, don’t let it stay,
For those who bind their grief in ice
Become the frost… and never fade.
