Winter’s Breath

Whispering winds drift through icy night,

Silent snow cloaks the world in white,

A breath so cold, yet fiercely deep,

The northern winter’s spirit wakes from sleep.

Shadows stretch under moonlit glow,

Ancient tales in whispers flow,

Frozen trees and icy streams,

Hold the secrets of frost-kissed dreams.

Echoes of a lost domain,

Haunted chants within the rain,

Calling spirits from the dark,

Light the fire, ignite the spark.

In the heart of winter’s breath,

Where icy legends come alive,

Unveil the magic, stand the test,

A symphony of the cold and divine.

Gothic echoes in the sacred hall,

Voices rise in a haunting call,

Prayers to ancient, secret kings,

Night awakens as the darkness sings.

In the heart of winter’s breath,

Where icy legends come alive,

Unveil the magic, stand the test,

A symphony of the cold and divine.

Gentle snow begins to fall,

Mystic whispers call us all,

Frozen breath, eternal grace,

Winter’s soul leaves its trace.