Our tattered dreams
Lay frozen on the ground,
Where shifting winds
Entomb their silent cries.
December moon
Sweeps by on icy rails
Her ashen face
Cast out a somber glow
Through sheets of time
I watch you ride away
Upon a stallion
White as powdered snow
Still clinging to that steed
You fade to dust
Now scattered beneath
The cold December moon
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