Even the Snow Fell Black

Form: Italian Sestet

On these dark days of wintertide
When fireside tales turn ghostly grim
And spirits start their howling groans
Even snowflakes shudder outside
Still our glasses full to the brim
As we sit among ancient stones
For now the time of deepest night
Of two old guys sharing their tales
While watching snowflakes turning black
Yet by morning they will be white
In darkness we balance the scales
Returning home by age old track


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