A Memory of Dawn

The sun has long set,

Long gone is its light.

This world is now under,

The domain of night.

The touch of ice spreads,

Scars flesh like a knife.

Our fires, they fade,

Fleeting is life.

Winter has come,

Clouds cover the sky.

The gods stand unmoved,

By our mortal cries.

And from lands of winter,

They emerge from the dark.

With spiders and wights,

Lines of death so stark.

The living are helpless,

Gazes long forlorn.

For this is the winter,

Long forgotten's the dawn.

Some speak of a hero,

One with sword of light.

But that is a fable,

In this time of Long Night.