The Melting of the Maze

Frozen words, never known

The winds have changed, the dawn has come

Times have past and the birds have flown

Yet, here I stay feeling numb.

The ice has melted, but there was no change

The ground’s still harsh, the wind’s still pain

The weary archer has left his range

As time is turning, the memories wane.

Despite this waning, the mist won’t clear

Cursed through the centuries, oblivion’s prior

Forever it stands, growing from fear

This search for one’s soul is far beyond dire.

In the distance, this maze will end

Light will flicker in the eyes of my kin

The trees will flower, the shadows will bend

Winter will melt so spring can step in.

Yet with this in mind, the darkness gets thicker

Every turn in this maze can bring back the light

My feet are flying but it needs to be quicker

For how long can I stay in this terrible night?