Charge of Ice
by Bec

I am that which reveals itself as the Wheel turns
And the Mantle of the Goddess turns white

I am quiet as the night
Yet you hear my voice as cracks cross my face

I am strong as steel
Yet am as fragile as a snowflake on the breeze

I am solid as stone
Yet I take the form of whatever contains me

That which I hold in my embrace never ages, never changes, never grows
Time stands still within my arms

Call me to freeze, to preserve, to contain
To halt motion and allow reflection as you gaze into my crystalline depths

Cold am I, silent am I, Ice am I.