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In the heart of Alaska’s icy domain,
Where the Northern Lights dance and wane,
A pack of huskies, sinewy and strong,
Embarked upon a trail both ancient and long.
Their paws etched stories in the frozen ground,
As they pulled the sled, their breaths unbound.
Their eyes, like shards of Arctic blue,
Held secrets whispered by the wind they knew.
The trail wound through valleys, snow-cloaked and vast,
Where ancient spirits lingered from the past.
Each husky bore a burden, not just of fur,
But memories of ancestors who’d endured and were no more.
The /leed/ dog, head held high, eyes forward,
Guided the way through blizzards and snow squalls.
His howl echoed tales of warriors bold,
Who’d fought the frost giants in days of old.
Behind him, the others followed, a spectral train,
Their breaths crystallizing in the frigid air.
They carried dreams and burdens, unseen,
Their purpose etched into the frozen canvas they shared.
And so they moved, a spectral procession,
Their fur brushed by the breath of ancient winds.
The trail led them past glaciers, their icy tongues,
Where runes whispered secrets to the young and the old.
the old.
Beneath the aurora's ephemeral glow,
The huskies' shadows danced on the snow.
Each step a testament to the wild's call,
In the silence of the night, they stood tall.
The moon, a silent guardian overhead,
Bathed the world in a silver thread.
It watched over the huskies' tireless quest,
As they journeyed forth without rest.
In the stillness, the sled's runners creaked,
A symphony of survival, uniquely bleak.
The huskies' hearts beat with the rhythm of the land,
A pulse that only the wild can understand.
The trail of frost, a path of lore,
A journey of souls, forevermore.
In the heart of winter's unyielding grip,
The huskies' spirit, an unbreakable ship.
Through the veil of snow, they found their way,
Guided by the stars, night turned to day.
The trail of frost, a legend's birth,
A testament to the huskies' worth.
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