Land of Ice
Outside is dark, dreary
Without a single beam of white moonlight
The wind has stilled, mostly
But heavy cold blankets the quiet town
It is dark white, freezing
A land of ice but for some falling flakes
The silence and stillness, almost overbearing
Oppressive in a cold, frozen fury
Quiet, peaceful, full of tension
Not a single soul dares to venture out
But inside, the fires warm-up
Cold hands and brighten up the reigning night
Frequent shouts, joyful laughter
Following stories shatter the stillness
Families, content and warm
Tenderly pass this night together.