When the Hoarfrost Came

When the Hoarfrost Came

My love returned when the hoar frost came

It was the palest of full moons, yet not quite the same

In the celestial deep blue of the dark winter night

Crystalline fields winked fine diamonds in the light

Lurking in the blue-black shadows of the forest afar

I can hear you my love, yes I know where you are

For your forlorn cries, which echo long in the dark

Etch the song of your yearning in the depths of my heart

And the pain of your spell, for me it’s much worse

For though I be a witch, I cannot change your curse

A changeling you shall be, and that forever more

Still it’s the man within the beast of whom I adore

So hunt my love by the pale of the moon if you must

Still your savage hunger, and your blood-thirsty lust

And when your sins are done and you are well-fed

With open arms I shall welcome you back to my bed

To warm me from the harsh winter’s night cold

Though you be a beast, your heart’s made of gold

It matters not we are cursed; that our love’s not the same,

For I knew you’d return, when the hoar frost came.