Hail inevitable solstice Winter circle, guard of the moon Tides of ice, shield of the frigid star Under the cloadk of tundram the temperature plummets Monochrome visions of the artic Season of seance, science of silence Lifeless soil, lion persevers 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