Of Icy Winds and Half-Moons

Moonlight on an brisk night

Moonlight on an brisk night Not a soul in sight

Moonlight on an brisk night Not a soul in sight No birds in flight nor snowfall white

Moonlight on an brisk night Not a soul in sight No birds in flight nor snowfall white Just a waning moon's light

Alone I am in this frigid cold

Alone I am in this frigid cold No one's hand to hold

Alone I am in this frigid cold No one's hand to hold A heart of ice; so I've been told

Alone I am in this frigid cold No one's hand to hold A heart of ice; so I've been told By whispers in the leaves that rolled

I stop to wonder a while

I stop to wonder a while Standing not with a hint of style

I stop to wonder a while Standing not with a hint of style Much less so than a soft leaf pile

I stop to wonder a while Standing not with a hint of style Much less so than a soft leaf pile Memories coming forth rank and file

Icy winds

Icy winds and half-moons

Biting chills

and half-truths Biting chills

Raindrops falling on broken roofs

Raindrops falling on broken roofs All joy is lost in a poof

Words cut deep in my veins

Words cut deep in my veins As this soft moonlight wanes

Words cut deep in my veins As this soft moonlight wanes Troubles on my mind; stains

Words cut deep in my veins As this soft moonlight wanes Troubles on my mind; stains Surreal dissent and pains

Bitter cold and icy chill

Bitter cold and icy chill Cold enough perhaps to kill

Though hope fills me still

Though hope fills me still My empty soul it shall not fill

For icy winds chill to the bone

For icy winds chill to the bone And moonlight reveals a throne

Of white lies

Of white lies to cast a stone

And black blood

And black blood long since gone