The Cold


Ere I woke on a midwinter morn,
I stood in the home where she was born.
Huddling inside, shivering through the day,
Only praying to keep The Cold away.

In the eve of midwinter day,
The Cold came and took my love away.
All of her beauty, all I'd thought,
All of my prayer had been for naught.

In the night of midwinter day,
I strained to sleep The Cold away.
I wept to the stars, wept to the sky,
I wept to The Cold that made my love die.

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