General   (General discussion, talk about anything.)

THERE IS A FROST TONIGHT


There is a frost tonight, out on the moors.
Such folly to even venture alone,
and the ones that may linger forth, are those
that wander or lose the sacred way home.

Tis easy to feel the frost on your glove;
and, after the lantern is unlit', feel
the coldness and frigility of love.
The heart it may freeze, but is slow to heal;

and the icicles drip blood on the frost.
No moon now, but the dark and the night owl-
quick to swoop on the weak and the ones lost.
Their graves dug under stars with claw and trowel.

Brave lovers of night in a sea of dark.
Out on the powdered frost their footsteps walk.


Jarvo 2020
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