Any great knight stands ready
To face any enemy, to fight every battle
But his foe in winter isn't human
He is encased in steel, the season is brutal
For whatever the depths of cold
The wind pours through
For whatever the depths of cold
The wind pours through
And chills the warrior to the bone
If there is precipitation falling
If there is precipitation falling
The snow and sleet pelt him
The steel holds the temperature
Of all the weather surrounding
The steel holds the temperature
Of all the weather surrounding
But the defenders of the land
Have to face whichever threat
That makes itself known
The cold is ready to take its toll
But has no control
For the depths of any Knight's soul
Is to serve his lord
And he'll do so
Is to serve his lord
And he'll do so
Until he dies
“The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.”
“The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.”
Emily Dickinson
