Winter Wind of the Soul

The snow is falling in soft stillness,

So peaceful for my mind,

But the night soon rests on the heart

Bringing the cold of the winter wind.

In the twilight of the day,

The wind wakens beings confined,

And faeries begin to dance and flit,

To the music of the winter wind.

The shadow of a gentile breeze,

Now seen dancing with the snow,

Awakens something deep inside,

A winter wind in the soul.

In the deepest hours of the night,

The power of dark is highest,

The faeries turn to ogres now,

The winter wind is whitest!

The snow and shadow go to battle,

the faeries slay the storm and kill,

The ogres of the darkened sky,

and the winter wind begins to still.

The walls of wind encircle now,

Like white ribbons in the air,

The night still rules the storm and sky,

Dawn finds the winter wind still there.

As a new sun rises on the day,

the storm, at last, is broken,

But the storm of soul still swirls on,

Your winter wind awoken.

Thus be it so with storms and faeries,

And darkened hearts and snow,

The cold will break with the Son,

And the winter wind will go.

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