[J Nordavind '92]

The night is cold and brilliantly clear
Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains
rose into the dome of the darkened skies
Jagged crystal teeth queezed between
the depths of the jet-black fjords

The mountains lost their sharpness and became
soft and blue-tinged as the great winter day
Which would grow on to be a dim twilight
that glimmered slowly to life

Above the peaks the Polar sky flickered with
the ghostly radiance of the northern light
A frozen lake discharge into an equally frozen stream
The cold is cruel and unforgiving like the landscape
Up north