By BLAINE ROCHE
Staff Writer
From after and before,
The black orb sprouted thin legs
And strode through the frozen gate.
The bound serpents hissed and pulled
Against their silvered shackles.
Writhe and strain as they might,
They could not reach past the chain’s length,
Into the land of frost.
The orb skipped and stumbled
Around the glacial wasteland.
Exhaustion took hold
And the orb dropped to its knees.
Before it was a throne of suspended ice, water, and snow.
The water shined under the glow
Of a radiant blue sun.
Ice and snow that refused to melt,
Even before the great blue sun,
As long as it awaits a ruler.