She swept across the silent night
So swift and smooth, she slid
Upon the eerie breeze she crept
And in the shadows hid…
She brought the darkness and the cold
That speak for her malaise
The one engulfs the weary soul
A cumulescent haze
As dark as night, as black as hell
Her suffocating gaze
The other cuts through skin and bone
As if the blood were ice
She slivers through with burning cold
To force, if not entice,
To rip, to scar, to shatter then
To grip in excess vice…
I will not of myself thus be
Destroyed beneath her breath
Oh Jesus, Son of God, mercy!
And loose these chains of death
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