Woe Betide

Jumbled menace mires my Mind.

A horrid, humid howl rings out,

Born away on the wind of the darkened day.

The dismal dream of night's embrace is all I have to cling to

In a whirlwind world that wears the strength of man and beast.

And life and light are fleeting fey,

Or fears of what may come should I risk to stay.

No winter here can bear the gray stain

That glowers, cold and cruel, in the harrowed Heart.

But perseverance holds the hand of those who reach,

Grasping as if to save the drowning soul.

And once again, the world turns,

Eyes shine bright,

Breath is drawn,

And I am alive to speak of things of great import,

And of none at all.