Beneath The Frozen Veil: Echoes Of The Iceberg

Beneath the surface of the iceberg's icy crown,

A world unseen, in depths profound.

An ancient tale, whispered by the frozen sea,

A narrative of secrets, quiet and free.

Above the waterline, a majestic display,

A tip of ice, in the light of day.

Yet below, a story untold, a silent stage,

Where mysteries linger, page by frozen page.

Invisible hands sculpted this frozen lore,

A chronicle of time, of that, we are sure.

Each layer, a memory, trapped in an icy embrace,

Whispers of moments, frozen in grace.

A dance of shadows in the arctic night,

Where the iceberg guards its secrets tight.

Beneath the surface, where the currents sigh,

Like the echoes of a world that will not die.

Opaque walls conceal the heart's desire,

A clandestine realm, a frozen choir.

Yet, like a mirror reflecting the unseen,

The iceberg's soul whispers, serene.

In the stillness, a symphony of the deep,

Where ancient whispers and mysteries sleep.

Beneath the surface of the iceberg's might,

Lies a universe, hidden from the light.

So, ponder the iceberg, in its silent glide,

An enigma floating on the ocean's tide.

For beneath the surface, where the mysteries reside,

Lies a universe, forever to bide.