To: Radix
Winter solstice is drawing nigh
chills the bones dims the eye
long cold dark creep in bones
ghostly forms roam with gnomes
and I at home in my dreams
close my ears to unearthy screams
To: bentfeather
The promise of the Light
Not just that coming night
Things do all break down
Greater reasons for a frown
Wallow in that curious bliss
Oblivion not a thing to miss
Think about a simple smile
As you walk in every mile
91 posted on
12/12/2003 4:39:50 PM PST by
Radix
(The morale of the Troops, is very important...................................6)
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