part 1: The Magistrate and his son

Our story unfolds
in a desolate, barren setting.
One in which the sun was never meant to behold,
and snow falls always, unrelenting.
The bitter cold digs deep in your bones,
the temperature, oh so low.
but this would be the least of this boy's worries.
His name was Peter
His fate was sealed the day
that he was born,
to the Magistrate.
The long held family tradition,
on which he was about to embark,
was the push over the edge,
the lone spark in a world so dark.

Magistrate: Son, I've been waiting for this day,
you see now that you've come of age,
it's time to make your father proud,
our ancestors have all proven themselves,
and now it's your turn, you will succeed without a doubt.
My prayers go with you into the darkest depths of despair,
for what you will see, I have seen,
and all that you will feel, I have felt,
and so have all the other men in our blood,
my son, today you become a man.

Peter: Father, I trust in you with all my heart
but surely you cannot send me off so blindly from the start.
What am I to do?
What shall be expected?
Is there no way around this?
Or am I condemned to accept it?

Magistrate: Peter, you must understand,
I grow weaker and
and you are next to rule this land.
But before this power is passed,
I must be sure, you can do what it will ask.

Peter: I now see what this means,
and though I wish not to bear this awful weight,
this great task I shall accept,
for you weary heart's sake.

Magistrate: My son, so brave,
so gallant in your ways,
to the House By the Sea you will go.

Peter: My God this cannot be!

Magistrate: Inside find the old man named Elias,
he shall inform you of your task.
Like a fire burning bright be bold,
no go my son,
into the cold.