Midnight, and Jack Frost is dancing in the moonlight.
The hour comes to life with a bitter breeze.
Come warm; Cain’s kindling forever burns bright,
And the bleak winter claret brings a welcome tease.
The pole star leads you through the depths of obscurity,
And comforts the dread of Hati’s howl.
Come settle amongst the constellations,
Come waltz amongst the solstice’s down.
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