The Finding - Companion to "The Missing"

She was cut off from the Sun's rising
She, cold flower of ice and steel
Bitter winds and dark gusts crying
Sent her spinning into clinging grief
But slow another removed the veil
That hindered the Sun from melting the ice
A flower began blooming hesitant and pale
On wings of new-gifted hope took flight
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