The night is cold and brilliantly clear
peak after paek of glourious ice mountains
rose into the doom of the darkened skies

jagged crystal teeth squeezed between
the depts of the jet-black fjords


The mountains lost their shapeness and became
soft and blue-tingled as the great winter day
which would grow on to be a dim twilight

that glimmered slowly to life

Above the peaks the Polar sky flickered with

the ghostly radiance of the northern light
a frozen lake discharge into an equally frozen stream
the cold is cruel and unforgiving like the landscape

up north.