Beneath the silver moon’s pale glow,
The world lies still as bones beneath snow.
Ravens kraa secrets to the wind,
While icy fingers cause the chill within.
In forests deep, where shadows play,
Ancient trees stand in a mournful gray.
No more rustling of the leaves,
Only silence fills these eves.
Winter’s white veil descends so pure,
Erasing life, erasing what’s for sure
Snow blankets graves and frost bites through,
In this frozen hush where death holds true
The stars expire in frozen air,
Their light consumed by night's despair
Where daylight fades to ghostly gray,
A frozen shroud holds endless sway
Across these barren lands, but ravens fly,
Their memories swirling on the wind's cold sigh
From snowy hills, the wolves' lament ascends,
For summers past, their mournful howl extends
(oooooowww ooooowwww ooooooowww)
Winter’s white veil descends so pure,
Erasing life, erasing what’s for sure.
Snow blankets graves and frost bites through,
In this frozen hush where death holds true.
Yet in the stillness of the night,
A quiet promise speaks softly to light.
Of renewal from beneath the snow,
Where spring will come with leaves aglow.
As winter’s cold hand lets go,
And earth once more begins to grow,
Remember how the darkness fell,
In the beauty and despair, it brought us all.