The howling wind roars through the barren land,The harsh whispers of the fallen warning those to leave,
The frigid air hurts the living with every taken breath,
Who would want to live here?
No shelter, No warmth, No life,
Just emptiness on the frozen tundra of the lonely
The soft, white snow navigates its way back to earth,
The tears of the heartbroken disguised in an angelic white,
But there are no angels here,
For this is the place angels fear to come,
They know there is no hope in this place,
This region is a sub zero hell
A vast arctic ocean and it's icy depths is seen off in the distance,
Majestic icebergs float on by with no sense of direction,
They sink the mightiest of ships and their captains,
Only to continue drifting on by without a cause like those upon the land,
It's victims are the fortunate beings,
They don't have to wander the plains of sorrow
Rough mountains enclose the bare terrain,
They are identical representations of the hearts of those who live here,
Rigid, hard, and stone cold,
Worn down by time and the harsh weather of this domain,
The fire in their hearts have been put out,
Praying that God will hear their wish and awaken their soul once again,
If they only knew their prayers were falling on deaf ears
~NDW
