A crunch sounded with every step
As he crushed the snow beneath his feet
He zipped his jacket up to the top
How he longed for a little heat
The sun reflected off the snow
It was as bright as it was cold
The wind howled as it brought up snow
A sight prettier than gold
There were no signs to show the way
He only knew to go north
Past the field, through the trees
To a place of great worth
A priceless palace
Standing proud above the trees
With silver doors and bronze floors
With locks of crystal and diamond keys
He kept walking through the snowy grass
The walk was challenging and long
The field was empty aside from him
No mice or birds, not a squeak or birdsong
The field turned into forest quicker than light
With fallen trees glistening with snow
And bare trees with branches covered in ice
The forest appeared to be aglow
The sun and snow glared with sunlight
As the man continued on
Across a bridge over a frozen creek
He wondered where the fish had gone
Silent except for the crunch of snow
And the freezing wind’s howl
The forest smelled like snow and moss
It was all good, nothing foul
He knew he was nearing the palace
When the snow turned to stone
A path bordered by frozen water
A path hardly known
Ice covered all but the path
So the man did not slide
But the stone wasn’t smooth
Its care long denied
The man tripped once or twice
But he did not fall
He kept his eyes on the horizon
Watching for the opal wall
Soon he arrived at the entrance
To a cracked wall and smashed door
He made his way on half of a bridge
And onto a beaten floor
And he arrived at the palace
Described by legends sung long ago
And he made camp at the ruins
The ruins of the palace of snow
Wow. Very cool.
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