Frozen
The untouched
the pure
is the faerest of all
the frozen
the still
does not speak
if you go there
and listen you will
hear the call
the whisper
of the frozen
is pale and weak
the frozen
will sound
if silence is broken
the silence
of the sound
is struggling to hold
the outburst
will leave
the frozen, awoken
and all
that is living
will turn to cold