Winter Solace
across the angry sea of wild
sings this lost demented child
his whiplash stings with mighty blows
top and bottom and way down below
trapped inside it`s wrathful jaw
the bitter wind is too great to ignore
an arctic blast from far and wide
a mate for solitudes lonesome bride
darkness falls when it should be day
blue has now turned to a shade of grey
the fluffs of snow white now a murky brown
pitter-patter echoes-such a lonely old sound
gone are the stars- gone is the moon
none of them in this year’s time of June
when all has turned to dark, dark night
All is lost even lunar bright true light
imprisoned inside their deep, dark tomb
beasts curl up away from all this gloom
sheltered far from winds ghastly hold
safe from the cruelty of ungod like scold
upon this forbidding frozen shore
sail boats sit-no sail-no explore
seabirds have ceased their favorite song
now the bitter wind has come along
the oceans fury-has it`s say
in the air jumps-it`s affray
hear it growl-hear it roar
the echoes-a hard sound to ignore
the old man naked-lonely he stands
reaching out with his bare withered hands
but cry not-to his one true demise
for time will come again-for his arise
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