A Dark Moment by Douglas Hardy

Through valleys ever dark

Sleep poor lonely folk

Wake up to frosted leaves

The season of Christmas

Minus charity and goodwill

Down the misty lane

Where devils wood bines grew

Winds of empty thoughts blow

Shadows of stars the night gone glow

Where friends have gone once walked

The eternal truth beckons their minds

That once imagined gods now all gone

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