Under Again
The cold wind returns
Flooding valleys that for years
Have not seen the tread of feet
Black night descends
Bringing back the old fears
Unshackled from dormancy
Though on the hill the candle still burns
Dim in the gloom it stands
Wavering
As from the distance the low horn calls
The dawn to break
White beams in their solitary companionship
Slash through the mist to the hill
The candle grows
The embrace of the North enters
Atop the stormy hill
Though veiled in the dark winds mask
The dawn breaks through the rain
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