Hail inevitable will Hail inevitable solstice Winter circle, guard of the moon Tides of ice, shield of the frigid star Under the cloak of tundra, the temperature plummets Monochrome visions of the arctic Season of seance...science of silence Lifeless soil, lion perserveres Inexorable distance, cold blood sanctuary Under the cloak...the sound of nothingness Deafening roars of wandering winter winds I bid the sun farewell as it flees from the cursed sphere Numb bones, painless in hibernation