Ides of Winter - Perfect Arctic Stars

Sworn winds bring the reign of sheep and complacent souls
Hidden among frozen leaves that earned their peace
And the stars in the ice glance across the sea
For the wolf may yet protect its young's starving, desperate calls

North walls and crevassed peaks once stood acclaimed
Now dulled and in retreat from the tundras fractured crown

Perfect arctic stars. Failing. Perfect arctic stars, un-shinning

Mist veils the moon. Dark clouds disguised. She cries.
Her calls go unheard. Perfect stars stnad aside, again, she cries

Shallow visages haunt the mounting toll on a landscape grown pale and yellow.
Forget, lessons learned.
Repeat the cycle, fall the chosen trees, eliminate a faint heart-beat.
The death rattle on our hands,

Respond or re-god. Frozen waste.
Respond or re-god, Its your fate.

Perfect arctic stars. Failing, Perfect arctic stars un-shining.