Counterbalance

Ponderous, as large as stones.

Fills your hearth, your heart, your homes.

Beaten earth, and pattered hail.

Northern wind, bring winter’s mail.

 

Winding through the wirey roads.

Hollowed, loose, with crimson loads.

Embers whisper, fighting chill.

Darkness growing, lurking still.

 

E’er the meat falls from the bone.

stripped and lifeless, steel not hone.

Lilting gently, towards slumber

Fire crackles, without lumber.

 

E’er the meat falls from the bone

Gripped too strong, always on loan.

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