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The cold wrestles me from sleep

I know it must be winter, for I dream

Images of the form that left me

In shadows left to die

How long have I slumbered?

I know I must be old, for, all unseen

My tomb is covered in the dust of ages

No light can find its comfort here

I feel the life draining from me

I know I must be dying, for all my soul

Death's hand draws near to me

I know I must be dying, in this earth-bound grave

I shall come for you, arch-deceiver

The dominion of Christ will fall

Based upon "Winter Sleep" by Edith Matilda Thomas