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Land of snowstorms

Skeleton trees

Constant winter

Will not cease.

Hypothermus

By my side

All is violent,

All is white.

Blurring visions,

Mountains high,

Rivers frozen

As my sigh.

Sunless heaven

Cold and grey

To the northgod

Will we pray.

Everlasting

Polar night.

Moonshine covers

Fields of white

Not those who

Wanders are lost.

Some surrendered

To the winter host.

Dead light buried deep in the clouds

Leaving its futile endeavor

Summer grave stands covered by snow

Where the trees stand leafless forever…