The Moons of Winter

Cold dark clouds
Blown by a north wind
Race
Across a purple sky

The storyteller
Stands
Beats a drum
Soaring crescendos
A chorus of angels
Visions
Voices
Flames wander
Red cinders explode
Solemn faces
Reflect
From the light of the fire

The glories of times past
Dreams of the future
The land of our fathers
Our home

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