Anaris by Klofink

There once shone a silent moon.
Where’s the trail to Anaris?
There’s no clear way.
Ice, in summer, it’s still frozen.
Moonlight shines through thick fog.
These mountains claimed eight lives.
Slow-burning, flame-like,
Never resting, the cold passes like a river.
The ninth one has forgotten his way home.
Heart still tied to the frozen pines.

𝔇𝔬𝔴𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔬, 𝔐𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔰, 𝕯𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖞𝖓𝖙𝖍, 𝔄𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔞𝔫 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔲𝔭 𝔫𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔥.

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