Monday, December 6, 2021


Crescent moon and star above
    (Crisp, frigid night)
Descend in the west
    (Leave my bones to chill)
Deep, dark cold falls on me
    (Harsh cutting wind)
Chilling my breast
    (My breath do still)

And the wind cuts deep
    (And the wind cuts deep)
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