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.

Capitol Hill

No one is right,
No one is wrong,
How the Ivory Tower,
Was safe for so long.

Embroidered with silk,
And lined with gold,
We lost our voice
To the Capitol sold.

“What is ours is ours,
And cannot be taken.”
If only for hours,
The Empire was shaking.

“Somehow a House upon a Hill,
Stands for all but our will.”
We have waited for so long,
Today a few dared to belong.