Icy cold shadows, 
Scarcely in the light.

Icy rainbows fade, 
Hiding what might.

Icy shoulders, 
all so cold, 
You see never kindly, 
But, icy growing mold.

Am I missing something?
Tell me if you please. 

Come remove this icy thing, 
Help me fell this killing freeze. 

Icy sun on mountainside, 
Can ne’er forget the other side.

What goes lurking there?
Hiding in those shadows? 
Icy imagining creatures dear, 
You see the cleavers in the dark.
Cause things with horns are never fair,
Icy monster, faerie’s shark. 
Plotting plans against the light.
Let’s escape Sun’s fencing glare!
Am I missing something?
Tell me if you please.
Come remove this icy thing,
Help me fell this killing freeze. 

-M. Matheson 2011 Revised 2016