A Harrowing Song

It was an odd hour
Of the night,
My mind astray,
Tired, my sight.

My back to the wall
Speaking to dreams,
Long did time call,
Little did he need.

Darkness before me,
A cursed mistress…
I pleaded for mercy
And she fancied less.

Then the sounds came
Ever familiar
Until almost by name
And yet simpler.

So the snow would sing
Behind these beams.
Sown in ice and wind,
Lady winter softly speaks.

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