A fence leans
In the driving
Snow
Upon a
Wheel a
c***erel crows the
Crimson dawn
Like giant
Spokes
The barren fields
Contain
The pitiless
Winter in their icy
Arms:
Black winter's wheel,
Whose rim is heaven -
And whose hub is
Where each
Stands alone.
In the driving
Snow
Upon a
Wheel a
c***erel crows the
Crimson dawn
Like giant
Spokes
The barren fields
Contain
The pitiless
Winter in their icy
Arms:
Black winter's wheel,
Whose rim is heaven -
And whose hub is
Where each
Stands alone.