ian

summer is coming to this

icy fortress

following right on his heels

as he approaches,

bringing the sun with him in his smile

the turret stairs he climbs are damp

from the melting ice

dripping from behind the door

what he’s now reached

behind it is the heart of the fortress-

a massive, faintly ticking

block of stone

he touches it

the warmth from his hand

brings it back to life

who knew stone could beat so fast

2/2015

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