On a cold windy night
Comes the wail of the north
Howling retribution
With icy frigid hands
Reaching for my slumber
Seeking dissolution
Of Eden, do I yearn
In a dreamy warm realm
Blinded to commotions
So saddening, the cry
The howling of the north
Bereft - raw emotion
I\'m immune to its lure
Wrapped with tranquility
And fervid devotion
An island unawares
In an ocean of ice
Such rebellious notions