We are the warriors of the ice,
Guardians of the snow-capped peaks
Whose very tips pierce the clouds.
And when we watch the stars at night-
Brilliant spots of fire among the black pelt of night-
We hear the whistle of the wind through the caves.
Blizzards do not stop us, we slip right through the flakes-
Our coat protecting us from the swirling snow.
We stalk the rocky crags
Snow landing upon our pelts.
And in the blink of an eye
We become one with the snow-dappled rock.

-- Citrakayah

Written early 2010