Alone at tranquil twilight
A distant churchbell tolls
The wind forms a ghostly choir
To summon lost and wayward souls—
Snow drifts down from the heavens
Like ghosts lost in the night—
Ice crystals cling to trees
To set the woods aglow with light-

Along a forgotten forest path
There stands an arch of ancient stone—
And amidst the hallowed ruins
A solemn figure stands alone—
Snow comes to rest on raven's wings
Covering black quills in ivory white—
And peace settles upon the earth
Beneath the ebon shroud of Winter's Knight—