Spineless Be The Wind Of Fate

Turreted be the winds that blow
Among the flurry of falling snow
Surrender to a sea of white
Beneath the stars that burn this night

Blustery be the cold compared
Through the trees and leaves out there
And in the silence as I slept
I hold the thoughts with no regret

By flurry of hail and fleeting snow
And as the leaves fall to and fro
Bitter be the coldest night
Beneath the stars that burn so bright

Spineless be the wind of fate
That rattles past the garden gate
And even in the coolest light
The setting glistening of the night