I trod beneath a carpet black,
Whose fearsome clouds flew dark and chill,
My footsteps walked an icy track,
Behind me oe’r the looming hills,

In front of me the dark was deep,
My tiring eyes could scarce presume,
The road ahead would dare to keep,
My soul In safety passing through,

The sheer declines and climbing vales.
Slid jagged trails beneath my feet,
The towering apex sharp like nails
Its lakes were nothing more than sleet,

The last of evenings glow was spent
And nothing chilled me more then this,
The dark trees leaned malevolent,
The guardian droves of nights abyss,
 
And out as far the eyes can see,
Windswept bluffs that rise and fall,
All draped in the embroidery,
Of winters moon who see’s it all…