Poised to Kill Me Thermally

Dry blood and bone dust
Make up the sand and snow
On the slopes

Cold may dominate
But it isn’t without
The bane of bone marrow shards

Or stained glass smashed
Over boulders while it drifts
Down the purple rivers

And glacial giant ice
Floes
Flows

Nirnroots grow
From the macabre sand
And thrive in the snow

Every skeleton that once
Walked that trail up the
Mountain’s side

Was bleached white
All the same
And their bodies were left

To decay in the wind and
Sun and the water and
The blood shed by fleshy beds

Sinking into the snow
Made from thousands
Of other adventurers

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