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In the pale blue light

Of the rising moon

Prominent in the night sky

Mountains of ice come alive

And move toward realms below

To reclaim the bitter wastelands

Ravens perch atop dead trees

Clouds and lightning in the distance

Funeral bells and the ravens’ call

Signal the return of the winter frost

From Northern mountains

Come floods of icy black

The dark midnight sky opens wide

On winds of doom death’s angels fly

Surrounded by dismal moonfog

The sun is frozen, never to rise

As black storms from the North

Freeze the world in eternal winter

(Mar. 2004)