Winter Solstice
Press the attack, panic!
As you hear your demons
Congregate at the attic
searing eyes, long talons
The longest night fell upon
the lone and unwary
man whose soul siphoned
in the shadows of memory
With which the lanes
were occupied and bleak
where the dark remnants
were at their peak
Lo, and behold the spree
of night and shadows
dancing through the alley
as we speak
The night sinks deeper
The subtle aria of retort
We all blink, we all fought
direly praying for a restful sleep
The cold delves closer
The whimsical dreams of rapport
We all think, we all thought
of all the memories there is to keep
photo by McGill Library (unsplash)
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