Snow.
Always snow.
An endless stretch of nothing,
From the icy white ground,
To the colorless sky.
Never showing mercy.
A powerful Tyrant locks people in their homes,
Traps those who defy them with icy finger tips.
Where is the warmth?
There is no warmth.
Where is the sun?
Choked behind white clouds,
And chased away from the barren wasteland.
Is there something to break the endless cycle,
Or is this God forsaken place trapped forever,
By the oppressing hands of Snow?
