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through the cold of a hostile vicinity

an auspicious voice lures with pure grandeur

planting its seed into the summiteers' heads

scourged and relentless under its spell

the glacial susurrus whispers in their heads

the tempest clouds their minds

sharpens its claws to devour them all

and drapes their adeptness in a veil

tracheas

where the one's will enters

to shackle the troop

only conducted by mania

alluring the tempers

growing voracity

but one wayfarer feels

trepidation impeding his motions

beholding the manic aura

in vitreous eyes of the others

the blazing fire of the one

vicions of ruin palsies him

SEPARATION

isolated from the infected

he tried to save nine lives

uncathartic, left behind

scarred by impuissance