Winter fret

Snowy, snowy angels
Falling on the ground
Deadly, silent apertures
Flitting round and round

Rising hither
Making quiver
Loosing solid bounds

Shift the wind
Down drift again
The heaving pillow downs

There's no relent
Lives will be spent
Hallowed souls aswept

Off to the bare
Fields of despair
Where shattered dreams are wept

When shall we gaze
Break through the haze
A glimmer, piercing sun

Until the lest has won
Through best
Of monsters
In our sum

Come wallow with the broken now
Here, wallow with the low
Come ache and bleed
With all who need
Become your deep sorrow

Then peel away the faint decay
Of former misconceptions
Mired in a sinking bed
Of shame and deep reflections.