In the melting ice I witness,
I witness loss of frozen form,
form once elegance shaped,
shaped as frigid violence.

With each chilly drip I ache,
I ache harder than ever before,
before the spell had been broken,
broken now, once frozen fast.

Her love diminished so slowly,
so slowly, so coldly, so clearly,
clearly I watched it waning,
waning before my hollow eyes.

Here I lie prone, in thought,
in thought on the cold hard ground,
ground that surely must take me,
me shattered by the thaw.

Now let that icicle fall,
icicle fall and pierce my heart,
heart burst and spill blood red,
red blood over crystalline shards.