The land smelled of death

Of a million dying breaths

And along the baren wastes of white

A passenger used all his might

He pulled himself along the ground

Accompanied by just the sound

of fairy dust and little things

that made him think of home again

He tried his hardest not to gaze

Into the endless snowy haze

Convinced himself to follow north

these weren’t his last moments on earth

An eagle spies from up above

And sees a trail of blackened blood

It doesn’t know the fortitude

Of men the way a human could

The paint across the canvas of

the tundra was an act of love

He’d chase the ghost until he’s dead

No matter just how far it led