even in the snow she comes
her voice pecking holes in the dark shade of night
'can't sleep; can't sleep'
cries the prophet
sounds like black on black in here
tick tock
goes the clock
too many voices within my dear
wish the white blanket outside
could fall
down
it's quiet magic on my mind
if nothing else
there's always this
the calming silence of winter's kiss
"what ho - what ho"
the raven cries
in the middle of the dark,
stand I