Though art a frozen wasteland,
Devoid of hope and full of Snow,
To not be here again would have been grand,
This is a place none should wish to go.

The last I was here I nearly died for her,
But as I look upon it now and see what lies before me,
My hand upon my great beast which gently purrs,
I wonder what I was thinking and as I return a multi-amputee.

This is not what I'd call home,
No that is not what i'd call this place,
This is nothing more than a shell of crack and twisted bone,
A land I'd rather forget a land full of disgrace.

However as long as my family fights to protect her and care,
I will stand for now and do my share.