Clouds over head veil the mountain, piercing the sky The chill of the wind fills my spirit, the bite is relentless It has been days since I have seen any footprints At last there is distance enough from the rot, the suffocation
There is a place untouched by anyone Perilous, though it may be, onward I walk
Misanthropic winter seclusion
Behind me is nothing, no retrospect All I see is the path that I've yet to carve
Seeking the ice, I no longer decay The hatred that once fed my strength, the catalyst For that which I have always longed for The demise of my former self, frozen with the mountain
There is a place untouched by anyone Perilous, though it may be, onward I walk
Misanthropic winter seclusion
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