Winter Solstice
By: Adam M. Snow
I sought that I be meek,
As days drawn weak;
And days left benighted.
But I be near sighted,
Blind by those who loved me not;
Blind by those who cursed me rot.
Twinkle, twinkle the stars not shine,
The moon eclipse my soulless shrine.
My winter solstice draws an end,
I, myself without a friend.
I, myself alone forever,
As my journey alone endeavour.
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