katban

in the icy heart of the Antarctic a great white mountain lies hidden perpetual fog and clouds wisp and wrap around its peaks the sun reaches through the mist only once or twice a year luminous pearly scales flash subtly hinting at the camouflaged creature ivory horns protrude from her head to her tail most of them broken and twisted each a grave marker of the past a piece of her soul is buried beneath each one fragments of who she once was the poor soul is locked in a deep slumber her mammoth heart beats slowly her frosted eyelids delicately cover her lake sized eyes they hold back all the tears she wants to cry they conceal cr