I crave the long haul,

Across their forbidden ground

The frostbitten voyage,

 Through their bleakest of winters

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The truest road

To that safe place of falling

Is engraved in the caverns

Of my mist-shrouded skull

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 It’s a deadly haul

Over swathes of ice

An ill-fate I’ve chosen

Snow blind and chattering

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But the surest road back

From that dreary delusion

Gets buried alive

By the wind and the snow