Time has rendered the moon's rings soft
The clock is ticking in heaven's loft
Below, the cool lit wintry scape
Crouches with its mouth agape.
The mountains stark against the sky
Obscure the depths from traveler's eye.
The valleys covered o'er with mist
The moonbeams fail their earth - bound tryst
Stars are hidden; their pulsing heat
Lends no aid to wandering feet.
Cold increasing- no warmth is left.
Courage ceasing- of hope bereft.
The forest cowers under moaning wind
Deceitful strains to peace rescind.
Vilest valley, shade of death
Stealing faith and stilling breath.
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