In the frozen North where the Ice Wind blows
And the Devils dance in the thick, thick snow,
Where the nights are long, and the daylight brief
And Jack Frost paints every Aspen leaf.
The horses pass with never the sound
Of their hooves ringing out on the deadened ground.
While the white Owl glides almost unseen
Around the haunt of the cruel Ice Queen.
While the Devils dance where the ghost trees stand
In this beautiful, deadly, pure-white Land.
Tony Gardner
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