My Winter World

My Winter World
I passed in Thule nights
Awaiting the hornsbells.
Chimming sinking sun sets
As Norse clouds behind.
Chariot of Aghast worlds.
Claim neverwinter pass.
Goat-scalped in Tundrous valleys.

Blue mist of nocturnals feelings.
Deaths moon aboveneath me.
Sunned on Northing warriors.
Finding grews of evil.
Warriored in battlefielded grounds.
Meadows under sands of plague.
Forsaking the endless permafrost.
Ashesnessless in Tundrous valleys
But still I frostbite my own worlds.
I stand on the winter world
For I have saw the demoning eeries.
Mages an reds majestic pure-kind.
Shadown Klerkt of mist.