Alone at tranquil twilight A distant churchbell tolls The wind forms a ghostly choir To summon lost and wayward souls Snow drifts down from the heavens Like ghosts lost in the night Ice crystals cling to trees To set the woods aglow with light Along a forgotten forest path There stands an arch of ancient stone And amidst the hallowed ruins A solemn figure stands alone Snow comes to rest on ravens wings Covering black quills in ivory white And peace settles upon the earth Beneath the ebon shroud of Winters Knight
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