Cold

Which way should I turn and go Into the wind and the driving snow Across the moor, barren and white One against nature, alone and slight The howling wind displaces the white Dark sky chases away the light Visions of home invade my mind Cloud my thoughts my way to find Temperatures falling, birds leave the sky Painful tears freeze in my eye Trees silhouetted against the scene An eery image and looking mean Castle walls in sight and reachable Those within are not impeachable Hostility is a thing of the past For mankind it did not last A roaring fire warm and beckoning Help determine the final reckoning Survival now is my goal And to save this mortal soul