In the Barren ground of the soul nothing can grow.
For here is bitter and cold where the sun hangs low.
Where a midnight caribou mutilation awakens a howl of emptiness with ice where once there was heart.
And it comes with hunger for blood in its mouth.
For, in the Barrens of the soul monsters take toll . . .
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