Ode to the Solitary Ice Man

Come, young child.
         Come and listen to this upsetting story.
It was about a man of ice who once smiled
         But shed his life’s tears for his life’s glory.
The ice man was born
         In the land between earth and fire.
It was there he had sworn
         That equality he would inspire.
So he went to the land between earth and air
         With family and friends
And this is where
         His time of happiness ends.
Hunters came and set fire to their camp.
         They feared the settlers.
The ground became damp
         With the blood of the residents of the shelters.
Only the ice man survived
         But he found himself alone.
Now that love was deprived
         He could only listen to the wind that had blown.
A woman came by
         With a basket in hand
And heard the ice man cry
         And removed him from the land.
She nursed the man to health
         Because she couldn’t let him die.
She hid him with stealth
         And protected him with every lie.
Soon the man fell for the woman.
         And she felt the same way.
They saw each other as human
         In every little way.
One day the man was found
         And the woman was put to trial.
The whole town was rebound;
         Torn with denial.
They would say
         “Why fall in love with a creature as the man?”
The sky went gray
         And the ice man’s torture began.
The woman made up a plan
         Where she would stay
And the ice man
         Will safely run away.
The man rejected.
         He wanted her to come with him.
The woman objected
         With her face looking grim.
She forced him to run
         So she can take his fate.
It was easier said than done,
         But she ended the debate.
The man escaped
         While the woman remained.
In darkness he was draped
         With memories retained.
When the news of her death came out
         So did the ice man’s tears.
His wail came as a spout
         That was remembered throughout the years.
He secluded himself in an abandoned quarry
         Where he would live in solitude.
It was there he wrote this story
         Under heavy silence.