Summer has gone,
so softly
like the finger on the cheek

Now winter is there
As the night rides the dawn
And the cold pierces us
like nails on babies cheeks

my brethren in lie
take some raiment off your heart
and open the nakedness to true warmth

In and throught the alcohol hollow light
we stumble and rise frozen hands to greying skies
That harbour but no hope
no warmth either escaped the prison clouds
to rescue shallow heart
That frost has taken

Beneath evening's land were we to...