Foggy's the night Cool the air Eerie the light there's noone to care November is leaving all trees are bare all ghosts of winter are already there The creatures of frost don't want to do harm they bring rest and renewal cold peace and white charm they're just tools of time now passing by slow to show all things can come and all things must go They shadowless loom and swirl in the gloom They whisper of doom in vein gloams of the moon Muffled all noise shrouded the sight Sense what they sigh trust in lore, it's all right Winter is coming carcassed the ease surreal apparitions meet for their feast The dogs in their kennels try to bite and they bark but all they can nab is the fog of the dark |
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