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On the Cold Winters Night



The short days i long for when the sun hides early & the long winter nights for when i can walk on for hours in this blissful desirt clear of all life, blackness only made darker with the soft pillers of soft white death lingering all around,
longing for those; The night i wonder through this world feeling lone longing to dance & the only touch is that of the icey
wind that buffs my face clear of all life,
the long nights the sun wish's to stay asleep as i walk this baron lands this night so cold & dark,
the long winter nights i long & lust to see when the moon is full & cast my play land intoa feild of casted shadows; sway & bend with the winds playful hands only to play with me, for i see it all in the blink of an eye before there gone elsewere to play tricks on me,
the winter nights that will play with my skin just the playful touch of cold fingers that warn's me not to dacne with the lady of Death for to long as i bow too her in respect, i head home to wait out the short days so i again can play & dance with Death one more night, On the Cold Winters Night alone With Lady Death