Winter’s Grave

With the winters deep cold winds
Setting in o’er my lands so bare
I lay me down this nights long
Near grave of bloods pumped once
And ‘neath me dirt lays a heart
Once full no more life’s left again
Shall it turn in springs warm wind
Only the cold will pray we know
From whence a graves winter held
Silence hath holds still what was
To now be known nevermore
Lays beneath unmarked stone

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