Alone at tranquil twilight,
A distant churchbell tolls,
The wind forms a ghostly choir
To summon lost and wayward souls
Snow drifts down from the heavens,
Like ghosts lost in the night—
And ice crystals cling to trees,
To set the woods aglow with light-
Along a forgotten forest path,
There stands an arch of ancient stone
And amidst the hallowed ruins,
A solemn figure stands alone
Snow comes to rest on raven's wings,
Covering black quills in ivory white
And peace settles upon the earth
Beneath the ebon shroud of Winter's Knight