Northern Screams
Sounding in silence swept from the air by the crimson galeThe shrill cry of innocence to be no longer
Standing alone in the endless artic vicious fear rising
The sounds of only the greatest horror rushing to meet your ears
You cannot see
The bloodied winds stab at your eyes snarring your sight
Leaving only a full onslaught of audible terror
Driving a lance threw the gut of your sanity
All you are is snatched by the frozen exhale
Nothing around save the wasteland bent on sundering your mind
Torment is quick to find you in these great northlands
The place where not even death can hear herself scream
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