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