Silence

all but for scorned Snow
                                and his
                                static
                      ­          pulse,
Thunder's shadow,

bearing fiercely
echoes of unspoken
echoes.

"Is there Any Thing?
Who dare?

Brave out the
cold." It is
long and,

owl-eyed, the Moon
cried its contest:
"Who? You?

Step forward,
into the deep,
White Night."