A Phantom of this Frozen Place

High in the realms where silence reigns,
Where icy cliffs defy the plains,
The snow leopard moves, a shadowed grace,
A phantom of this frozen place.

Its coat, a storm of silver hue,
Specked with dusk, kissed by dew,
Each step a whisper, soft and sly,
Blending with the cobalt sky.

Eyes like embers, fierce and bright,
Pierce the veil of endless night,
Guardian of the peaks so sheer,
A fleeting ghost, both far and near.

Majestic hunter, proud and free,
Keeper of the wild decree,
In your domain, a tale is spun,
Of winter’s heart and mountain’s sun.