This tundra is vast.

Colder than I thought.

Nothing breathes life here

and only the beasts

can find sustenance.


Where can I go?

No matter which direction

I take, the bitter cold awaits.


The sun has vanished.


is my guiding light.

I know my sins, but

white plains can't pardon.


How can I see?

I never imagined

Hail so fierce or hell so cold.


So until I taste

the tree of life again

I venture on the

road that all men must

travel down to live.


"A Son of Earth

Am I: to love I was

formed, to grieve"... die.


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