I am the frozen lake, and the ghosting of a heart, The violent shadow squad that tears a life apart. The fading arctic clock, the floor where skaters glide, And the flashing diamond chains where hip-hop stars take pride. What am I?

A glassy embrace cradles life in miniature, where emerald dreams dwell, kissed by the sun yet sheltered from the storm's might.

I blink and I waver, I struggle to stay, I warn of the darkness that’s coming your way.

I’m a quiet little hunter who waits for a meal, one flick of my tongue and the catch is sealed.

The hills had an argument and left me between them. Trees moved in, mist forgot to leave. I keep a little green tucked below the commotion. Even the wind lowers its voice when passing through.