Land of Pisicron

Molten crystals layered with fire,
To frame whispering streams higher,
Swirling from hiding a frozen sky,
Where the sheaths of firmament ice lie,
Chasing a trail of smoke and leaving,
The undeniable change and season.

But burdened this red ice drifts,
Crushing these waves of deadly gifts,
Forming beneath the powder asunder,
The molten pools will change to shelter,
Deeper then the solid iron crust,
The crystal flakes and poison mist.

To fall beyond the shells layered,
And create clear forms, the fire favored,
Down within these vast caverns of ice,
Awaits the storm shifting flow of life,
To join the shifting rivers of sand,
Captured within this cursesed land.