In the pale moonglow
In the pale moonglow when I awoke
somehow shadows seemed the darker
as mantling the land, that soft white cloak
of crystal shine leaves them starker
What cold mystic spell holds fast my hand
what eerie charm doth my fate seal
in darkling night whence daylight is banned
with what ice maid have I to kneel
As my eyes take in my ghost white bride
one last iced tear...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 2:09 pm
Recent Comments
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on The Big Spot
3 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on Nothing
7 minutes ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on PARTIES AIN'T WHAT THEY USED TO BE
14 minutes ago
raypool on THE TOASTMASTER'S FLY
23 minutes ago
Graham Sherwood on Screwed!
46 minutes ago
Clare on Hit and Run
1 hour ago
Stephen Gospage on Screwed!
3 hours ago
Telboy on Herman's Hermits
3 hours ago
Steve Higgins on The Big Spot
11 hours ago
Graham Sherwood on Mentor
12 hours ago