North
North
The gas lamps they flicker,
While fur men drink liquor
All colour gone
All life stays still as a blizzard draws near.
The wind whispers lies
A low piercing cry
Cold men by the fire
Their need is dire
Dead man smiles a chill, frozen leer.
The ice shards they cut
And cover the ruts
Nothing is clear
And so grows the fear
Windows dark and cold, absent of life.
Saviour arrives late
Accept now their fate
Nobody goes when the west winds blows
Dead fingers grip chairs
Dead feet on the stairs
All are chilled in winters
Own lair.
Warm sleep awaits
As north equates
No man, No woman
Shall bear life from this storm.