In silence wrought, chill plains of winter's throw
Clear miles in needled cloak and snowflake gown
Ice legions locked in timeless frozen flow
A mountain's might from lofty dawn-tipped crown
With gold caress the stealthy sunlight creeps
Wan fingers circling frosted tundra skies
Yet valley dark remains in silent sleep
Akycha's distant disc shall never rise
A vacant stage on which no actor plays
This eerie scene of timeless northern days















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