In this quiet time when everything turn white and dying, <br />The grey sky is chiming to mourn the death of the King. <br />As the day slowly fades and the night roams above the land, <br />Darkness engulfs every life from high mountains to low strands. <br />But there is still a life under the White Lady's blanket, <br />A seed that someday will serve us with a feast banquet, <br />A new reborn King who will rise again to shine the day, <br />And a hope that's waiting to be a part of life's ray. <br />Dearest Brothers and Sisters, have a joyful Yule and blessed Winter Solstice, <br />May your future be bright and full of bliss. <br /> <br />[December 22,2011]<br /><br />Adenium Halliwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yule-2/
