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Swallowed, in a breath of white

A vast, endless, trembling tide

Brittle spirits

Drift and rise

Brittle spirits

Lonely cries

Cacophony of ice

Through the withered steppe

A pilgrim treads

No path, no fire

No hand to lead

Through the biting dusk

And hollow breath

No light, no rest

No voice to plead

It howls, it writhes

A piercing choir

Ferndom drowned in night

It howls, it writhes

Through veils of frost

Cacophony of ice

Lest… the gnashing of the gale

Footsteps traced, then lost, erased

Beneath the storm’s unrest…