The Winter Shade The brittle winter night
Teems with replicas of trees
Wilted shrubs, shuddering with fright
The blackened pond it flows, sucking in the light,
As the wind breathes harsh and ragged in its icy might.
The willow woman wanders, beneath cold indifferent stars
Knowing things she can't possibly know
Gowned and frightened in the snow
She belonged once, in this world of ours
But now she's aimless in the winter glow.
The voices call relentlessly but have no sound
Baleful beings churning in the ground,
She follows. Nowhere else to go,
As they track her with sharpness of a hound
In what madness is this world so bound?
Collectors gather in