The Cold Moon

The cold moon rises in a lifeless sky. 

Silver as the winter, 

Bright as a midnight sun,

Shattering the darkness.

Snow illuminates the landscape.

A reflection of a reflection,

A false dawn?

Or heaven’s mercy on an endless night?

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