Silent Night, Shadowed Night
Soft snowfall shrouds the night
silent graves where frostflowers bloom
shining silent silver tears
beneath the Winter moon.
At Widow's Hill, alone I stand
drawn against my jaded will
bereft of all but memoried love
dawn-bright, yet sweeter still-
Her name shatters my frozen heart.
Forever to the Darkness bound
wound 'round with memory's chain
the endless night that claims my soul
divided, tainted, curs't, profane.
On bended knee, this night I pray,
despite my dark soul's fall
mercy, Lord, grant unto me-
a sweet measure, however small
of peace on earth.
c 1994 Lucidscreamer
Previously published in the Dark Shadows fanzine, "Inside the Old House".
Disclaimer: Dark Shadows is the creation of Dan Curtis.