I'm singing the pale glories of the skies as the sky starts to open for this frosty season.
Snowflakes start to dance around me as I spin future tales to tell the young ones.
When the work starts to get tiresome, I hear a faint voice calling to me.
I turn my head and look, to see my darker counterpart holding his hand out for me to take.
Maybe once I will dance a few steps of the dance of a storm, or a few to the dance of eternity.
As we enter this winter season I know I will not get any rest, for I have plenty of work to do.
Only once I am done, will I dance with my counterpart the dance of the summer.
Snowflakes start to dance around me as I spin future tales to tell the young ones.
When the work starts to get tiresome, I hear a faint voice calling to me.
I turn my head and look, to see my darker counterpart holding his hand out for me to take.
Maybe once I will dance a few steps of the dance of a storm, or a few to the dance of eternity.
As we enter this winter season I know I will not get any rest, for I have plenty of work to do.
Only once I am done, will I dance with my counterpart the dance of the summer.
