Inhospitable

Arctic wind, i beseech of thee
warp these corrupted thoughts
beat the devil out of me
inhospitably now to rot

for need of it, i no longer have
as substantial i am not
like the simple man, but not as sad
belongings i've besought

undoubtedly, you torture me
ice seracs slow my quest
pressure ridges i cannot see
deprive my mind of rest

my ears are scarred with moaning ice
and screaming seas below
glaciers through the air do slice
encumbering me-to walk so slow

oblivion devours us
the lifeless void a wreck
here's to the steadfast bond of growing trust
this barren land we trek