Shrouded in mist and glacial is the
Town next to the offshore,
Where cold winds prevailed
Westerly to human land.
Shivered is of a soul who’d
Surpass the big tall mountains
Encompassing the town.

The sun rays died when nature
Played its part, not reaching the
Houses in shadow of the tons.
Lucky are those with fire,
Warming their homes
When the cold poured.

One’s toes would freeze as ice
When stepping on the ground
Suddenly cause infliction.
Unlucky are those with low immunity,
Since the cold acted as threat to
Their health.