Arctic Greetings

‘Hello’ from Narvik. I’m here for a couple of days, further north than I’ve ever been on land before. Lots of snow!

Here, sun… Pretty sun…
Didn’t you hear the noonday gun?
You’ve left this shrouded vale behind
to whistling, gusting gales unkind!
What little solace can we find
in knowledge of the worldly wind,
that fate says how these battles run –
that yet again the night has won.

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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