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Winter Moon

Blizzard storm is getting colder,
In a place of the frozen moon,
Alone on the mountain peak,
About to face my frostbitten doom!

Northern lights show their might!
As the ice winds strongly blow!
Breathing in the gusts of ice,
As the temps reach a record low!

The winter moon glows bright,
Above the midnight sky!
My hands and face go numb,
And I feel myself begin to die!

Heartbeat slows and blood freezes,
The bleak wind is at its might.
My sight fades away to black,
I pass away on my grimmest night.

Winter Moon 2025

The blizzard storm grows ever colder,
In this desolate realm of the frozen moon,
Alone on the mountain peak, growing older,
About to face my frostbitten doom.

The freezing gusts begin to strengthen,
As northern lights show their might,
My labored breaths, their time will lengthen,
Beneath the silent, dancing light.

A shiver runs right through my core,
The winter moon glows eerily bright,
My body weakening, feeling evermore,
Beneath the vast and midnight sky.

The snowflakes dance in the brutal air,
Each crystal a needle, a frozen sting,
A silent farewell, beyond all repair,
No warmth, no comfort, no song to sing.

My hands and face go numb and white,
The sharpest wind, it impales like nails,
My body weak in the midst of the night,
Upon the frozen ground I somberly wail

My heartbeat slows, a frozen drum,
The blood inside begins to chill,
My thoughts drift, feeling ever numb,
Against my fading, weakened will.

The mountains stand, a silent host,
As darkness claims the frosted air,
My weakening form lets go its hold,
Beyond all sorrow, past all care.

A quiet sigh, a final breath,
My strength dissolves, no more to fight,
Embraced by winter's icy grip,
Under the moon's unblinking light.

My sight fades to a silent black,
The bleak wind howls at its might,
There is no turning ever back,
I pass away on my grimmest night.

The winter moon, a watchful eye,
Presides above my silent sleep,
Beneath the stars, where lost souls lie,
Secrets the frozen earth will keep.

Frozen by Ice Winds

In the mist of the full moon’s light
I walk through the tundra on my own
To the north in the grip of eternal frost
Upon the iced path of freezing winds

The sun no longer rises, the earth is freezing
Where I walk, where I wander, where I dwell
An eternal winter with never-ending snowfall
The wind keeps howling colder into eternity

My bones feel crushed by the chilling mist
On this grim path, frozen by ice winds
The further I walk, the more I feel dead
In the midst of the moonlit frozen vastness

Frozen by ice winds, surrounded by moon fog
Frost on my skin and my breath turns to ice
As I walk through the cold blackened abyss
On the iced path into winter’s brutal eternity

Dark Winter Storm

A mountain range where snow piles high
Ghost trees everywhere under a starry sky
Unceasing ice winds blow at their might
Against the glaciers throughout the night

Against the mountains, cold winds blow
Bounces the snow into the valley below
Layers of frozen snow build increasingly
Permafrost strengthens and lasts eternally

The Aurora Borealis dances above
In the eternal sky and scatters thereof
It is the only light, no moon in sight
Except the stars, like gems in the night

Colder and grimmer becomes the storm
Clouds dim the stars, this is a new norm
A dark winter storm is to forever wage
This is the dawn of a new ice age

Icy peaks as far as the eye can see
Deep snow, a wonderland for me
On the glaciers, ice is forever growing
The storm wages on, ever-blowing

I stand on the mountain face to behold
An invincible storm, unfathomably cold
I hear the whistle of the unstoppable wind
Of a mighty blizzard storm that has no end

In My Mind

There is a place of ice and snow
Where I can escape to go
In my mind where I can find
Forests of snow-covered trees of pine

Mighty mountains stand stern and strong
In this place where I belong
Icy winds blow upon my face
Cold white snow all over the place

The sky is filled with northern lights
A ceiling of colors, beautiful and bright
This place of mine is where I can find
Happiness and joy of the only kind

Old Man Winter

High in the mountains where the trees and rocks are white
with snow. Walking upon the frigid mountain side to a straight
and lofty bridge. Gray is the deep below with wind and
ice fog howling like a great wolf. Old man winter is proud
to blow the bridge as I cross. His fury seems to last forever!