Snow, the bringer of the cold icey winds of death, in the mountains lay colour's frozen hopes...
In solitude I live here in this place of cold. One life or another day? Impending frozen times... when the fog comes.
The fog, the wolves, the wind. Fog over the high lands. The moon is full but dawn looms over head just another perfect day. The white sun rises over the land of ice, illuminates the fog. I don't feel the cold, I know no time.
One life or another day, the moon returns but the fog stays over the hills I see eternity. I don't feel the cold. I don't feel death. I live in the fog.