A Solstice Carol
Originally published at The Mossy Skull. Please leave any comments there.
Composed in the woods of Satans Kingdom at moonrise, December 21st, 2005.
Weary hunter at my head
Turning moon at my left shoulder
Ere I find my way to bed
The wine is gone, the wind grown colder
Where I ply my maple pole
The crusted snow has gone to seed
Come, Midwinter, make me whole
Bind the holy to their creed