Eventide

A glossy night of winter snored,
Full of darkness and reflection,
The snow glowed as fire on the shore
Of a slate sea, full of echoes
And weariness where dramatic
Vessels of ice form frosty surf,
Which flared in caverns of magic,
But along the empty corridor,
Where swords were once bloomed from steel,
Where the freezing gray met the sand,
There came the awaking thoughts of
Heroes and foes, of frost and song,
A blanket of briny snowdrifts,
In the quelling hour of cold dreams.

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