Winter's Unknown
Ashton Nyte
I believe the chosen part
Fills my head and armour
I believe the jealous path
Recedes in all but life and my design
And the night goes by
I believe the poet sighs
In splintered home and endless light
And with a fallen glance
We let go again my love
Let go again my love
And the winter’s unknown
And the winter’s unknown
But it feels like home