In the glimpse of the hovering nightfall
When thee haste, being terrified
The manwolf craves to see the moonlight
from the crevices of the skies&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

In the glimpse of the incoming blizzard
Thee run across the moors
Only to find yourself
trapped within the mighty doors

In the glimpse of the shattering light
That shines across the Alps; so bright
Thee love to gaze through thy panes
as it briefly begins to drizzle, to rain

So terrified, mortified and nullified it seems
Shivering through the ghastly dream
Felt within to be untrue once
But alas! Woke up to find myself in the midst of one,
holding my darling’s hand, step on step; we dance.