Cold Moon penned lyrics with blue-white notes and silver tones.
Wind sang with a magical voice, celebrating solstice.
Winter muses whispered frigid secrets,
notions dressed in feathered crystals, clear lacy threads
creating frost designed messages on orange lit plate glass
surrounding sides of a cozy cabin snuggled in snow flocked woods.
Giggling seasonal sprites spied on a romantic interlude,
inhabitants posed casually before a fireplace.
Roaring logs competed with ribbons of wind roaring rudeness,
wrapping the frozen dwelling. Sounds sometimes translated
into ghostly hymns when accompanied by a howling wolf,
perhaps acknowledging a nearby hooting owl.
Cold Moon continued to highlight its magic of The Long Nights.
Symphonies were orchestrated, and glass painters worked their art.
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