| Below Zero Twilight in October comes urgently With the gods seemingly meeting in the sky The wind snaps and has a message for me My days are numbered I must forget all I've remembered And pay heedance to the cold I cannot believe that the wind would lie I must up and do as I am told The light is being squeezed out of November I have to think in black and gray I must redefine my name For the moon is but a dying ember And I need to find my way I kneel and to the Northern Lights I pray As a drift of snow buries us in December With the illumination of just a single candle flame |