the winterway

awakened by the hands of autumn, the hands which made me sleep, straight in the eyes of winter, was a shadow vague yet deep, a creature, spine of the essence, drifting in the wind, clad as sin, the force behind my cause, the hands that fold me within, awakened beneath a restless sky, by mountains which darken the day, shadows, spiritual dust of my fathers, - the heart and soul of my way -, a creature, spine of the essence, drifting in the wind, clad as sin, the force behind my cause, grim token of the path within, the winterway, leads us through the coldest night, the winterway, to be walked by all men of might, behold the ice on the big seas, the summits and the naked trees, ashore the bay through the rough, winterway, aaaaa. aaa. aaaaa