Winter may have its cold, chilled nights,
When no stars can be seen,
And darkness takes hold of day and the sun is veiled,
Harsh rains can only be walked in,
If the waters and mountains become one,
And the end draws near,
There will be a call from the darkness,
That calls one near.


*enspired by Enya*
 
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