The bitter wind cries like a banshee
The balance is shifting day-by-day
When the banshee grows quieter
The bird song rises with a reddened dusk
Snow falls gently from a leaden sky
Turning soon to an ice cold drizzle
And then the Sun breaks through
The scudding clouds of winter’s tears
Morana’s howls are fading away
Her icy grip receding day by day
Signs abound of Vesna’s arrival
Despite winter’s last gasp denial
The cycle turns and life rebounds
From death or sleep it creeps
The maiden has returned
And Morana will be burned
The one who
Queen of winter
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