Cold is not at home*

Cold is not at home*

Oh raven, oh raven

What is that to which you are craven

Seeing the winter with its cold arctic air

The winds they doth blow

Frozen all round, only grows

No escape from here to there

A mask to hide from

But cannot be done

Lest ye not be well aware

So go out, seek and find

To be in another state of mind

And hope of comfort comes in your lair

Dom*Colucci © 2015