The icy night
Falls dark and black and kills the day.
No light in sight,
No Christmas sleigh is on its way
And time goes on.
The dark, wild hunt will bite and tear,
Once it's begun,
Will ride your soul without a care.
Dead people walking
Ignore your baulking
Beckon you with might.
Don't fly with the night!
The hoar frost bites
And freezes trees and leaves like glass.
White mist, it blights
And spoils the land and will not pass.
Your eyes go blind
In darkness and in cloudy grey.
The hunt will find
You and your life will fly away.
Dark dreams and night mares
Will ever fight there
Everywhere and here
All in snow will blear.
They freeze your heart,
Blood curdles in your brittle veins.
A baleful art
Draws misery with gelid paints.
No day's in sight,
it could not ever farther be.
The icy night
Is Lord and does not hear your plea.
Dark and querulous
Flies the susurrus.
Close your hearing fast!
Or be lost at last.
There wails the song.
Oh, that you had not heard it now!
You're drawn along.
Your soul is breaking every vow.
Into the ice
You're running towards your doom and death
And in a trice
The storm wind steals your final breath.
Spirits pale and stale
Make you death inhale
And with them you fly.
In the ice you die.
Thoughts of winter,
Drive you into
They come -
Ju Honisch & Katy Droege-MacdonaldFrankfurt Am Main, Germany
Ju & Katy have been partners in musical crime ever since 1991 when they met at a German Star Trek convention at the late
night filk circle.
When not filking, Ju writes fantasy novels. More about her writing can be found at www.juhonisch.de
If Katy is not travelling or trying to learn a new instrument, she also sings the filkish version of barbershop with the German filk quartet "Barbership"....more