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brought beyond through the mists

pass the darkness blown

the world as streched before us

lay bleak and foreboading

trees sheared of their foliage

cut jaggedly in two

reach to the sky

with outstreched arms

mishapen and deformed

brought beyond through the mists

pass the darkness blown

The cold chill winter air

Sweeps through the blanketing snow

with a glimmer of the sun

we awaken unto the world

and await the sound

that shall crush the air

faintly, unmistakably

as unavoidable as the coming day

echoes of our dreams come to pass

whom with it brings

the singing in my ears

the thunder in my brain

so we stand as a stone

against the raging rivers

battered and worn

to stand as one, but not alone

bearing a standard of cause

we remain resolute

within the sound

of the guns

who have been battering

at the bulwark of civilization

i hear them as i utter these words

and look into the face of fate

whom i embrace

with sense of the spirit of place

brought through the mists

pass the darkness blown

cold comfort, our companion

who permeates the world

the dead frozen with disdain

stare cold and unknowing

seized by the future that has passed away

i see a long vista

following their melancholy eyes

with my own

a diminishing tract of snowy linen

this our earthen tomb