Twas a night not unlike any midwinter's
eve,
The landscape was quiet, the world
slept in peace.
After saying my prayers and being
tucked into bed,
I floated on dreams that spun through
my head.
When out in the field, there sounded a
screaming,
I woke from my slumber to discover its
meaning.
Away to the window, my hand on my
heart,
I threw back the sash, and stared into
the dark.
The moon in the sky shone like a brand,
Spilling cold light all over the land.
And what did I see out in the snow?
The host of heaven and those from
below.
As they stood in a line, shoulder to
shoulder,
I could feel in my soul the night
growing colder.
“Child,” spoke a voice from out of
the black.
“Witness this scene and know it is
fact.
The time has arrived for a changing of
season.
Gone are the days of wisdom and
reason.”
Then demon and angel, sacred, abhorred,
Presented their arms and fell on their
swords.
Blood spread from their bodies that
covered the earth
And seeped into the history buried deep
in the dirt.
A horrible moment of stillness and
quiet
Was followed upon by a terrible riot.
A great piercing cry ne'er heard before
Shook the foundation, from surface to
core
It rose from the host that lay on the
ground,
The soul of creation, unfettered,
unbound.
The firmament rent, cracked open wide
From out poured the nameless hidden
inside.
Ineffable terror crept over my skin
Visions of torment without and within.
Lasting forever, the moment soon
passed.
And sanity dissolved the spell that was
cast.
I heard the voice speak as it faded
from sight,
“This is the start of the long winter
night.”
