On southwest exposures the icicles weep Crystal walls to form this winter keep of snowy caverns for those who sleep For days that Sol should grace the skies Cast dancing prisms before their eyes The light captured in these pillars gleam and pass unnoticed by those who dream Within their burrows the hearths still burn Neither day nor night do they discern as they await the fertile earth's return Aching for the comfort of her womb with fruits of her harvest they entomb Evade the touch of that frigid breath and there remain, even unto death For nights within night the shadow will fall When earth and sky, in darkness all Hear the restless breath of snowy squall Behind glacial windows the flames shine bright like flickering eyes in the night The crystal walls of this winter keep hold their watch in darkness deep for all of those who choose to sleep
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