The wind howls like a wild beast
And then vanishes into the distance
The walls moan and weeze
Offering little resistance
To the cold bite and the shivering spite of the midnight’s tempest crying
The shadows of candle light
Gather and dance upon the ceiling
Snowflakes watch us at the window sill
Crouched around the fire kneeling
As the frigid air creates our despair, we stare and watch the embers slowly dying
Moonlight has crept though the door
Despair drops like the cold to te floor
Our temptations can be felt more and more
Of that there can be no denying
Fate’s whisper entices the room
As we’re slowly drawn together
Destiny’s hymn is calling
And drowns out the raging weather
But the rapid sense of this truly intense feeling has sent us crawling toward desire
Under a veil of silence
Tension crumbles into ashes
The calm of the evening
Makes it return while the storm passes
Now all is done except for all that can be kept: which is nothing but what is left for us to inspire
The snowflakes are silent; the shadows no longer dance
The spark for each other we hold in our trembling hands
Our nervous eyes meet in a sideways glance
As they glow from the dimly lit fire
Romance is falling
And cascades over us like soft rain
Our twisted silence
Takes a bow before the refrain
And in disguise, hidden behind our eyes, our heart’s beat, echo, and cry with all their might
The fever between us
Rises slow with each breath we take
In an unbroken stare
Our eyes speak thoughts that we can’t retake
With the last dying ember, on a night that we shouldn’t remember, we surrender our restraint for the call we hear deep inside
Passion takes owe temptation’s place
Our lips slowly meet in a log soft embrace
Our eyes are locked our fingers are laced
On this quiet cold cold December night
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By Marshall Hanlon, no bio included.