The wind is howling in the mountains
The snow, light and airy, lifts from the rock
Sheets of sparkling white shards of ice
Dazzlings knives of frozen water
The wind circles and screams
A wolf, hungry and alone
Underneath the fury and the noise,
There is a haunting pitch,
A cry out in the darkness.
Aeolus is weeping today
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