Solitude of stone
Grimness of flame
Oh winter,
You and I
Are all that remain.
Come, draw near
Together, we will jeer
We will scorn them –
They who were too weak
To shoulder history;
They who were tamed by triviality,
And left us to our noble misery
They who took cowardly refuge
In the delusion of joy;
They who played footmen
To God’s pitiless ploy
They who compromised,
They who faltered
They who pined for perfection
And then spurned it at the altar.
And let us save our best contempt,
For the intellectually unkempt
Fools who fell prey to the birdsong of doves
And retreated into the safeguards of love.
Come, winter, we will laugh,
Spit on summer’s epitaph.
My friend, you have been my steadiest comrade
And in my lifelong charade,
You have played many a part
Wife, mistress and sweetheart;
So help me partake in this last sad pantomime
As we while away our dwindling time.
In defiance
Of pomp, circumstance and pleasance
You and I will remain
Locked in valiant refrain
And we will endure this eternal night,
With the friendship of the fire-light
Come, winter, we will feed its gleams
With the dying embers of our dreams.