Pensive Power

Intimidating peaks and gargoyles
Rising up past what the eye can see.
Stony walls surround and defend,
Keeping what truly yearns to be free.

A mist follows her every move.
A cold, stern eye that follow your steps.
The icicle fingers that reach and seize.
The frozen lake with its great depths.

Inside, there still burns a fire,
A fire long forgotten and weak.
Some say it has turned into anger,
One that longs to exit and speak.

When all seems gone and laid in history,
Inside burns the hatred of neglect.
Outside walls of helplessness
Have all come into effect.

But forget not the little ones
Who band together to fight.
For only true love can save
Those who have lost their sight.

And true and tender love it is
The warmth of which astounds.
Even those so little can produce
The fierce, foreboding sound.

So the fire inside can burn again,
As bright and strong as ever.
Let all this be learnt and spoken
And may love run forever.