Icicle

I stood from my icy chair of ice. Cold as the blood, as the mind. Living eternally within the ice cave, only 4 pillars of ice in all 4 directions and a roof it holds. Could see clearly the world outside, but stuck within this hole. A thick ice wall pure, so pure, that the mirrors of all miracles would shut themselves shy. The wall, the veil. The veil that unveileth, unveileth the world outside, yet a prison.

Translucent is my vision, my world, within this icicle prison.