It takes control, as
Quietly it sneaks in...

1.)
Winter sheltered snow-beds...

They can escape the darkness,
They can escape the darkness...

The image is there,
And I choose not to look away...

Words wobbling from forefather jowels,
All alpha-males, of course...

I wish I could knit scarves of silver and gold...
I would drape them around your neck...

The shadows have departed
Halos are good at hiding horns...

Chittering and squawking against the gale,
Strung through masts she leans...

The shards of gold and silver
Dart and shimmer in a recess of my mind...

Words so hard to say in daylight
Now fly as whisperings from our lips...

Why does the celebration of these people,
Not fill my heart with equal joy...

Once again the night has come,
It strips me of my sleep...