The woods are so cold

At this time of night

With no food or shelter

And company of eerie frostlight


Oh to find the sizzling jewel

God-gifted, man wasted,

Lost by knowledge


The howls are not wolves

Moon had never risen this night

And the bales do not stop at the hedge


Mountains I'd climbed

Eyried by birds of unknown sight

Seeking a glimpse

Of shining beyond light


And things I'd read

That burned my eyes

And twisted them to

Look down paths of lead


But the stars shine strange this night

Closer, and each have faces

With mouths that move


Whispering salvation and blood

Effervescent mists that surrounded

Where was the crystal of truth


The woods are so cold

At this time of night

With no hand or guide

And company of speaking starlight