The youths went forth and did not know,
that they had gone astray. The sun
had cheated them. A fading glow
was the right sign, that the day time
went to the end. The friends climbed up
arousing mountains to night.
They searched a place, where they could hide
from frost of the night breath. High trees
stood rare. The landscape chose type.
A chance to get a shelter thinned.
Exhausted Nils had stopped. He looked
and looked around, finding nook.
He'd seen a blinking ten yards forth
among dark mountain rocks. They'd heard
a fading cry and then they both
made haste for the big mass of sherds*
from heavy stones. Snow boomy** crunched
under light feet. The aim was nigh.
by Thea Ariss
04.10.2025
*sherd - черепок
**boomy - гулко
A fading cry. The tale of the winter forest
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