Frozen land, far from site.
Do you know there are ghosts down there?
From companies long abandoned,
and ships that have washed aground,
leaving restless souls from bodies never found.
Who knew that cold world was so active?
With spirit life.
Who knew the dead?
Walk.
Night after night.
One Writer Ranting 
Excelling poetry on such a hostile land. Lots of history and haunting memories found within these lines!
Thanks. I’ve always had a fascination with Antarctica. I would love to see it someday.