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This wintry decline all is bleak all is dying

Cold and empty landscapes of my mind come to haunt me

Woodland filled with mist

Tree tops lined with frost

The home of ancient dreams

The home of forgotten souls

Long are the nights

And they are so cold

The howling of the wind

Through the trees so old

All enshrouded in fog all is damp all is sombre

Everywhere drains the life from me in this season dark

Woodland filled with mist

Tree tops lined with frost

The home of ancient dreams

The home of forgotten souls

Long are the nights

And they are so cold

The howling of the wind

Through the trees so old

I stand at the castle gates

Like a warrior from centuries ago

On this freezing night

Nothing walks beyond it's walls

It points into the sky

Stars and full moon beaming down

I float into the night

The night of silent mysteries

Illusions so obscure

Thoughts that feel so real

Fantasy can be reached

On this night of silent mysteries