Whispers in the Frozen Night
The Haunting Tale of the Yeti
In the middle of the winter night, when shadows move in thin moonlight,
hides a creature with coal-colored eyes,
a chilly, lost, haunted Yeti.
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His fur as white as driven snow hides a heart so full of suffering as He goes forth, a ghostly death, through the mist of chilly breath.
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Legends of his terrible fate - born from darkness, raised in fear,
Haunted to traverse the crest of the mountain,
with a labored, restless chest.
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Wailing gusts that bite and freeze, Echo with his sad thrill, Silent walks on powdered drifts, mark the path of old rifts.
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Clear whispers in the pines talk to us.
Of the never-ending terror among the neveris,
Driven by grief, never-ending darkness, he runs from the day and from the light.
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Eyes shining with secret agony,
Under the moon's celestial rule,
See his form and sense the fear.
Of the living as well as the dead.
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Once a man, or so they call, lost to time and turned to prey, now he wanders this cold hell under a curse or twisted magic.
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Where the ancient secrets slumber in the glacial shadows deep,
Hear his terrible sigh.
alone in the dark.
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Dare you walk where yeti cries?
Where quiet keeps, in the snow,
Alert yourself to the call of the ghostly mountain.
Alternatively accompany the thrall's yeti.
About the Creator
Dr. Jason Benskin
I am a dedicated writer whose work delves into the depths of human emotion and experience with a unique voice and an eye for detail.
My goal is to craft writing that resonate with readers on a profound level.
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