still waters rage cold
ice bears no malice this night
fire warms tired hearts


stars wheel across night
moon glows brightly to reveal
waves crash silver dark


worn hands outstretched
waiting for gifts ungiven
quiet desperation


warm rain falls swiftly
the approaching torrent comes
washing away fear


leaves fall orange red
trees barren whistle  in wind
grey skies lingering


If the crows shall feast
I won't be alone, two corpses
Will be in grave need


Raised by poets
Through the long summer
To wreak havoc now


Perish the thought
Of my demise, dream on
I will one day rise