Drive of the Icy Madmen
Engines rumble through a field of frost,
Where silence cracks like brittle glass.
The banners wave,
Frayed at the seams,
Chasing winds that never blow home.
Bare hands grip the fabric tight,
Eyes empty as the winter sky.
Between red and blue,
The white remains—
A quiet surrender in the snow.
- Time of DayDusk
- Winter WeatherSnow
- CharacterSnowmen
- View fromOutside
- Christmas Decorations & LightsNeon Light