Dim days
Heart strays
Vision turns gray
A mind in disarray
In the weak and old
Battered, cold
Cowers in fright
To come in Winter's night
As does it all
In the Thrall
Of emptyness
Will you cherish this?
As it drops on the eve
To drive you to thieve
Here comes again
On the wind, a sin
Left in the fall
A dream or a call
Hours of fright
To come in Winter's night
The Edge raised, keening
'Till the heart stops beating
Came the sounds that you hear
The wind and the fear
The black unfolding
Tight you were holding
The Edge at your side
As the wind outside cried
And it spoke of your crime
In a torturous rhyme
With a scream much to silent
And a hand much to violent
Sanguine and white walls
The infinite halls
You try for the light
At an impossible height
The release now eludes you
Feeling so untrue
The cold will take
Your life, your ache
The light fades
In dispirited shades
As the Edge found asylum
And gave your cherubim
With the Edge raised, keening
'Till the heart stops beating
Came the sounds that your hear
The wind and the fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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